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breath came quickly as he stared at the door.

Then for a moment they faced each other, after the weary years; each gaunt
and wan and old, but in their eyes the light and the love of long ago. The

hermit’s eyes wandered an instant to his son’s face, seeking in the stalwart
man the little lad he knew. Then they came back to his wife.

"Mary!"

"Jim!" She tottered to the bed.

"Jim--can you forgive me?"

"Forgive--oh, my girl!" The two grey heads were close together. David

Linton slipped from the room.