Good-bye."
The sub-factor turned at the door. "If it will please you, tell your wife
that I saved you. Some one will tell her; perhaps I would rather--at
least it would be more natural, if you did it."
He passed out into the sunshine that streamed into the room and fell
across the figure of Lepage, who murmured dreamily: "And begin the world
again."
Time passed. A shadow fell across the sunlight that streamed upon Lepage.
He looked up. There was a startled cry of joy, an answering exclamation
of love, and Rose was clasped in her husband's arms.
A few moments afterwards the sweet-faced woman said: "Who was that man
who rode away to the north as I came up, Clive? He reminded me of some
one."
"That was the leader of the White Guard, the man who saved me, Rose." He
paused a moment and then solemnly said: "It was Jaspar Hume."
The wife came to her feet with a spring. "He saved you--Jaspar Hume! Oh,
Clive!"
"He saved me, Rose."
Her eyes were wet: "And he would not stay and let me thank him! Poor
fellow, poor Jaspar Hume! Has he been up here all these years?"
Her face was flushed, and pain was struggling with the joy she felt in
seeing her husband again.
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