He pressed her cheek against his own.
"Sweetheart," said he, "'When love has blended and molded two beings in
an angelic and sacred union, they have found the secret of life;
henceforth they are only the two terms of the same destiny, the two
wings of one mind. Love and soar.' That is from Victor Hugo; how true it
is."
After a time they went down to the old home. A Mr. Temming was living
there, as a renter. He was not acquainted with Mr. Ames, and was not
disposed to show much courtesy, so they left.
"What do you think of the place?" he asked.
"I like it."
"Could you live there?"
"All my life, I could. Rupert, I see you in every tree, fence, and
ditch."
He laughed at that.
"I can now buy the place. Shall I?"
"Yes, do."
"You don't object? Would you really like to live there?"
"I think, my dear, that you can do much good here. We ought to live
where we can do the most good."
And so it was settled. Next day Rupert inquired after the owner of the
farm which once was his, and learned that it was in the hands of a real
estate dealer.
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