"You weep, Amelie," said he,
starting up and looking at her cheeks and eyes suffused with
moisture.
"I do," said she, "but it is for joy! Oh, Pierre Philibert, I am so
happy! Let me weep now; I will laugh soon. Forgive me if I have
confessed too readily how much I love you."
"Forgive you! 'tis I need forgiveness; impetuous that I am to have
forced this confession from you to-night. Those blessed words,
'Yes, indeed I do,'--God's finger has written them on my heart
forever. Never will I forsake the dear lips which spake them, nor
fail in all loving duty and affection to you, my Amelie, to the end
of my life."
"Of both our lives, Pierre," replied she; "I can imagine no life,
only death, separated from you. In thought you have always been
with me from the beginning; my life and yours are henceforth one."
He gave a start of joy, "And you loved me before, Amelie!" exclaimed
he.
"Ever and always; but irrevocably since that day of terror and joy
when you saved the life of Le Gardeur, and I vowed to pray for you
to the end of my life.
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