"Saved for _you!_" He released the man, and placed him in Clara's arms.
Frank! foot-sore and weary--but living--saved; saved for _her!_ "Now, Clara!" cried Mrs.Crayford, "which of us is right?
I who believed in the mercy of God?
or you who believed in a dream ?" She never answered; she clung to Frank in speechless ecstasy.

She never even looked at the man who had preserved him, in the first absorbing joy of seeing Frank alive.

Step by step, slower and slower, Richard Wardour drew back, and left them by themselves.
"I may rest now," he said, faintly.

"I may sleep at last.

The task is done.