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fair things!” He moved forward, and drew Maidoch into his arms, laying her head upon his strong shoulder.
“O sweet wife, I see many things in this hour it were a joy to see. I see into the depths of thy true soul, and I feel upon my heart and upon my life the innermost sweet core of my white blossom.”
Maidoch could scarcely speak for the tumult of happy thought that encompassed her. She looked up at Thorgills, through her dark lashes, and spoke so softly that he had to stoop over to catch the faint sound. “My own dear lord! My own dear love!”
And Thorgills, in the rush of grateful tenderness, could find only an echo to her words:
“Heart’s life! My own dear love!”
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