With you I forbode no more
trouble in this life, and eternal joy in the next."
She looked at him, and her eyes seemed to dilate with joy. Her hand
crept timidly up to his thick locks; she fondly brushed them aside
from his broad forehead, which she pressed down to her lips and
kissed.
"Tell my aunt and Le Gardeur when we return home," continued she.
"They love you, and will be glad--nay, overjoyed, to know that I am
to be your--your--"
"My wife!---Amelie, thrice blessed words! Oh, say my wife!"
"Yes, your wife, Pierre! Your true and loving wife forever."
"Forever! Yes. Love like ours is imperishable as the essence of
the soul itself, and partakes of the immortality of God, being of
him and from him. The Lady de Tilly shall find me a worthy son, and
Le Gardeur a true and faithful brother."
"And you, Pierre! Oh, say it; that blessed word has not sounded yet
in my ear--what shall I call you?" And she looked in his eyes,
drawing his soul from its inmost depths by the magnetism of her
look.
"Your husband,--your true and loving husband, as you are my wife,
Amelie.
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