She clung to him and looked long into his face, and kissed him.
Harwood had chosen the hour well.

Sylvia had met bravely the great crisis of her life, and had stood triumphant and satisfied, weary but content in the clear ether to which she had climbed; but it was a relief to yield herself at last to the sway of emotions long checked and stifled.

Save for her grandfather's devoted kindness, and the friendship of Mrs.Owen, her experiences of affection had been singularly meagre.
She had resolved that if Dan should speak of love again she would be strong enough to resist him; but she had yielded unhesitatingly at a word.

And it was inexpressibly sweet to yield, to feel his strong arms clasping her, to hear his protestations and assurances, to know that her life had found shelter and protection.

She knew that she had never questioned or doubted, but that her faith had grown with her love for him.