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He had seen that she was gravely distressed with his fainting, and he had been able to give her no reason beyond the heat of the room.

He could see that she was puzzled and felt that there was some mystery there that she was not to know, but she too had found in that last kiss a glorious certainty that no other hazard could possibly destroy.
He loved her--she loved him.

Let the Gods thunder! But he knew, nevertheless, as he lay back there in the chair, that he had received a sign.