For when would they ever see Pancho Lopez again?
CHAPTER XIV
WHEREIN AN OLD FRIEND RETURNS, AND THERE IS A JOYFUL REUNION
On a wonderful afternoon, more than two years later, Lucia sat in the
little Spanish courtyard that Gilbert had had built a few months after
their marriage. The air was like golden wine, and she drank it in, bathed
her soul in it, as though she could never find enough joy through these
slow hours. How marvelous life had been to her in the last radiant months!
She had realized the fulfillment of her most cherished dream, and looked
down now at a tiny pink face that smiled at her.
"Oh, how sweet you are, Pancho!" she was saying. "I don't know what I ever
did without you!" And she kissed the baby's cheek, which instantly took on
a rosy hue.
There is an ecstasy that is close to tears; and in the happiness that Lucia
had now found she was experiencing that high state of spiritual exaltation
which made life almost unbearably beautiful. The autumn day itself, warm
and glowing, was like a low fire on the hearth, toward which she stretched
her hands. But there was a spiritual fire within her which needed no
outward symbol; a flame that leaped and burned steadily.
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