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I am glad," she said.

"Oh, Phil! Phil!--for a single one of the chances we had again and again and again!--and we did not know--we did not know! And yet--there were moments--" Dry-lipped he looked at her, and dry of eye and lip she raised her head and stared at him--through him--far beyond at the twin ghosts floating under the tropic stars locked fast in their first embrace.
Then she rose, blindly, covering her face with her hands, and he stumbled to his feet, shrinking back from her--because dead fires were flickering again, and the ashes of dead roses stirred above the scented embers--and the magic of all the East was descending like a veil upon them, and the Phantom of the Past drew nearer, smiling, wide-armed, crowned with living blossoms.
The tide rose, swaying her where she stood; her hands fell from her face.

Between them the grave they had dug seemed almost filled with flowers now--was filling fast.

And across it they looked at one another as though stunned.