At length he raised himself from the ground and stood beside her.
"Oh, Moira, lassie, I never knew how terrible it was till now.

I had lost everything, my friends, you, and," he added in a low voice, "my mother.

This cursed thing shut me out from all; it got between me and all I ever loved.

I have not for these months been able to see her face clear, but do you know, Moira," here his voice fell and the mystic light grew in his eyes, "I saw her again just now as clear as clear, and I know I have got her again; and you, too, Moira, darling," here he gathered his sister to him, "and the people! and the Glen! Oh! is it not terrible what a crime can do?
How it separates you from your folk, and from all the world, for, mind you, I have felt myself a criminal; but I am not! I am not!" His voice rose into an exultant shout, "I am clear of it, I am a man again! Oh, it is good! it is good! Here, read the letter, it will prove to you." "Oh, what does it matter at all, Allan," she cried, still clinging to him, "as if it made any difference to me.

I always knew it." Her brother lifted her face from his breast and looked into her eyes.
"Do you tell me you don't want to know the proof of it ?" he asked in wonder.