113/170 Till then, let there be perfect trust and perfect love between us. Give me your hand upon it--not just your lips--for I speak as men speak when they mean to keep their word." Their eyes met, their hands clasped; then the bridegroom drew away his bride, and Ermentrude turned with bowed head and glistening eyes, to enter upon the new life awaiting her in ways she had yet to tread. They are strangers to each other, yet both instinctively pause and a flush of intuitive feeling dyes the cheek of each. He sees Woman for the first time, though he had thought himself in love before and had wandered thus far in an effort to forget. |