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THE CHIMES. |
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"You have come back. My Treasure ! We will live together, work together, hope together, die together !"
" Ah ! Kiss my lips, Meg ; fold your arms about me ; press me to your bosom ; look kindly on me; but don't raise me. Let it be here. Let me see the last of your dear face upon my knees!"
Oh Youth and Beauty, happy as ye should be, look at this ! Oh Youth and Beauty, working out the ends of your Beneficent Creator, look at this !
" Forgive me, Meg ! So dear, so dear ! Forgive me ! I know you do, I see you do, but say so, Meg!"
She said so, with her lips on Lilian's cheek. And with her arms twined round—she knew it now—a broken heart.
" His blessing on you, dearest love. Kiss me once more ! He suffered her to sit beside His feet, and dry them with her hair. Oh Meg, what Mercy and Compassion ! "
As she died, the Spirit of the child returning, innocent and radiant, touched the old man with its hand, and beckoned him away. |
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