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seated side by side near the stove, their eyes bright and their hearts filled with joy and contentment.
“It is very wonderful how everything has turned out all right at the last,” Marion whispered. “This northland will always be very dear to me. It was here I found my long-lost father, and you.”
“And wonderful things are still ahead, let us hope,” the sergeant replied. “It seems to me that Another has been guiding and leading us together. And may He who has guided us still continue to guide over that long, long trail which lies beyond.”
He bent his head and his lips met hers in one ravishing kiss of enduring love.
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