He had left a
school girl, and he found a woman--a woman with wonderful eyes and a
dented lip, and rose-bloom cheek--a woman altogether beautiful and
desirable--the woman of his dreams.
"Is it Rilla-my-Rilla?" he asked, meaningly.
Emotion shook Rilla from head to foot. Joy--happiness--sorrow--fear--
every passion that had wrung her heart in those four long years seemed
to surge up in her soul for a moment as the deeps of being were stirred.
She had tried to speak; at first voice would not come. Then--"Yeth,"
said Rilla.
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