'I have waited long for this,' I said - 'the happiest moment of my
life! I thought I had lost you.
'What a foolish man,' she whispered. 'I have loved you for years
and years and you - you could not see it, I believe now.'
She hesitated a moment, her eyes so close to my cheek I could feel
the beat of their long lashes.
'That God made you for me,' she added.
'Love is God's helper,' I said. 'He made us for each other.
'I thank Him for it - I do love you so,' she whispered.
The rest is the old, old story. They that have not lived it are to be
pitied.
When we sat down at length she told me what I had long
suspected, that Mrs Fuller wished her to marry young Livingstone.
'But for Uncle Eb,' she added, 'I think I should have done so - for I
had given up all hope of you.'
'Good old Uncle Eb!' I said. 'Let's go and tell him.
He was sound asleep when we entered his room but woke as I lit
the gas.
'What's the matter?' he whispered, lifting his head.
'Congratulate us,' I said. 'We're engaged.
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