It was when I fell from the piano-stool; do you remember?"
"Ah, yes, I can never forget it. And I called him a brute. But you will
forgive what occurred so long ago? and in a moment of anger aroused by my
great love for you?"
"Forgive you, my husband? ah, it is I who should crave forgiveness, and I
do, though it was a momentary feeling; and now I love you all the better
for the great loving heart that prompted the exclamation."
"We will exchange forgiveness," he whispered, folding her closer to his
heart.
CHAPTER NINETEENTH.
"Sweet is the image of the brooding dove!
Holy as heaven a mother's tender love!
The love of many prayers, and many tears
Which changes not with dim, declining years--
The only love which, on this teeming earth,
Asks no return for passion's wayward birth."
--MRS. NORTON'S DREAM.
"Death is another life."
--BAILEY.
No mortal tongue or pen can describe the new, deep fountain of love the
birth of her child had opened in our Elsie's heart.
Already a devoted wife and daughter, she was the tenderest, most careful,
most judicious of mothers; watching vigilantly over the welfare, physical,
moral, and spiritual, of her precious charge.
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