Would that I could have done more for you, since to die for one who is loved with body, heart and soul is but a little thing.

Still I have been your wife, Allan, and your wife I shall remain when the world is old.

Heaven does not grow old, Allan, and there I shall greet you.
"The light is dead, but--oh!--in my heart another light arises! "Your MARIE." This was her letter.
I do not think there is anything more to be said.
Such is the history of my first love.

Those who read it, if any ever do, will understand why I have never spoken of her before, and do not wish it to be known until I, too, am dead and have gone to join the great soul of Marie Marais.
ALLAN QUATERMAIN..