* * * * *Here Mr. Holmes brought his story to a close, and doing so, looked upward and away across the great river, as if recalling the distant period of which he spoke. For some time I sat silent, and then, seeing he had finished, asked, looking at the sweet lady who stood beside him:"And Constance, sir?""You want to know about her?" he asked, smiling, recalled to himself."Yes, she most of all.""Surely, she most of all! There could never be but one Constance—and this is she," he answered, putting his arm about the sweet lady at his side. She, responding with no less love, embraced him with tender affection, and as she might in her youth, on the banks of the great river, beneath the widespreading hawthorns.THE REGAN PRINTING HOUSECHICAGO*** END OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOKTHE ROMANCE OF GILBERT HOLMES***
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Here Mr. Holmes brought his story to a close, and doing so, looked upward and away across the great river, as if recalling the distant period of which he spoke. For some time I sat silent, and then, seeing he had finished, asked, looking at the sweet lady who stood beside him:
"And Constance, sir?"
"You want to know about her?" he asked, smiling, recalled to himself.
"Yes, she most of all."
"Surely, she most of all! There could never be but one Constance—and this is she," he answered, putting his arm about the sweet lady at his side. She, responding with no less love, embraced him with tender affection, and as she might in her youth, on the banks of the great river, beneath the widespreading hawthorns.
THE REGAN PRINTING HOUSECHICAGO
*** END OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOKTHE ROMANCE OF GILBERT HOLMES***