" There was finality in his voice.
"No, I never can," Lucia agreed. And there was finality in her voice, too.
It was as if Destiny had come into this house, and an unheard voice told
them what to do.
"You'll trust me to protect you--until--" Gilbert went on.
She looked at him pleadingly. "Oh, take me with you, Gil!" She threw her
arms out. She had nothing to fear now, his strength beside her. She told
him in one glorious gesture that she was his forever--that she had
surrendered herself, body and soul, to him. Gilbert looked at her. Slowly,
he realized that this woman, this creature of his dreams cared for him, and
him alone; and the world might sweep by, the stars and moon might crash to
earth, and they would neither know nor care. Fate had brought her to him.
Nothing else mattered now. What was Morgan Pell? In life he was as impotent
as when he lay half concealed beneath the table near which he now stood.
They would not consider him, save as the foolish laws of man made it
necessary for them to consider him.
Gilbert turned to Pell. "You heard--she's mine now. And any course you may
take to stop her--" he warned. It was useless to say more. The manner in
which young Jones spoke told the whole story of his feelings.
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