And in the West, facing it, was an arch of twilight and tremulous rose; as if a spirit hung there over the shrouded sun.
"At least," thought Wilfrid, "heaven, and the beauty of the world, approve my choice." And he looked up, fancying that he had a courage almost serene to meet his kindred with Emilia on his arm.
She felt his arm dreamily stressing its clasp about her, and said: "Now I know you love me.

And you shall take me as I am.

I need not be so poor after all.

My dear! my dear! I cannot see beyond you." "Is that your misery ?" said he.
"My delight! my pleasure! One can live a life anywhere.

And how can I belong to Italy, if I am yours?
Do you know, when we were silent just now, I was thinking that water was the history of the world flowing out before me, all mixed up of kings and queens, and warriors with armour, and shouting armies; battles and numbers of mixed people; and great red sunsets, with women kneeling under them.