There was an odd sort of eloquence in his one arm, which had crept round her waist: but his lips were mute.
'If you had reminded me by a word--only by one short word,' sobbed Dolly, clinging yet closer to him, 'how little I deserved that you should treat me with so much forbearance; if you had exulted only for one moment in your triumph, I could have borne it better.' 'Triumph!' repeated Joe, with a smile which seemed to say, 'I am a pretty figure for that.' 'Yes, triumph,' she cried, with her whole heart and soul in her earnest voice, and gushing tears; 'for it is one.

I am glad to think and know it is.

I wouldn't be less humbled, dear--I wouldn't be without the recollection of that last time we spoke together in this place--no, not if I could recall the past, and make our parting, yesterday.' Did ever lover look as Joe looked now! 'Dear Joe,' said Dolly, 'I always loved you--in my own heart I always did, although I was so vain and giddy.

I hoped you would come back that night.

I made quite sure you would.