'Winifred,' I said, 'you must bear this. I have always been ready to
take death when it should come. I have at least had one blessed time
with Winifred on the sands--Winifred the beloved and beautiful
girl--one night, as the crown to the happy days that have been mine
with Winifred the beloved and beautiful child. And that night, as we
were walking by the sea, it seemed to me that such happiness as was
ours can come but once--that never again could there be a night equal
to that.'
Smiles broke through her tears as she listened to me. I had struck
the right chord.
'And _I_ thought so too,' she said. 'It was indeed a night of bliss.
Indeed, indeed God has been good to us, Henry,' and she fell into my
arms again.
'And now, Winnie,' I said, 'we must kiss and part--part for ever.'
Yes, I had struck the right chord. As she lay in my arms I felt her
soft bosom moving with a little hysterical laugh of derision when I
said we must part. And then she rose and sat beside me upon the
boulder, looking calm and fearless at the tide as it got nearer and
nearer to Needle Point.
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