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He crushed her to him in a fierce embrace; her slender body yielded to his touch as he bent over her; and her round arms stole softly across his broad shoulders, around his neck, drawing his dark head to her as he planted hungry kisses on her closed eyes, the column of her throat, the parted petals of her fresh young lips.

"Not alone," she whispered. "Forever together."

"Forever," he answered solemnly. "So help me God."

The organ music swelled now into a triumphant pæan, filling with its exultant melody the vast darkness of the church. And as old Michael cast his heart into the music, the tears flowed unrestrained across his withered cheeks, but smiling happily through his tears, as dimly through his old eyes he saw the two young figures enacting again the age-old tale of youth and love, he murmured,

"I am the resurrection and the life, Alpha and Omega, the first and the last, the beginning and the end" …

Eugene turned his wet eyes to the light that streamed through the library windows, winked rapidly, gulped and blew his nose heavily. Ah, yes! Ah, yes!