A sight, a glimpse of a form--a certain form or face; the rays of light
entering the eye meet with something keenly sympathetic, and the soul
leaps in ecstasy.
A touch, a gentle pressure of the hand; the union is complete.
What was that voice that reached him--a voice love-laden, full to
over-flowing from the regions of the past? Ah, what sweetness courses
through his veins, what joy leaps in his heart!
Within, he sees her. She stands in the middle of the room, with her eyes
upon the open door. She does not move. Her beautiful robe of shining
white clings about her form or falls in graceful folds to the floor. Her
hair, light as of old, now glistens like silken threads. Her face shines
with the indescribable glow of immortality.
She sees her husband. She raises her arms, and takes a step forward. She
smiles--such a smile!
"Homan--Rupert."
"Delsa--Signe."
He takes her in his arms. He kisses her and holds her to his breast....
Presently strains of music came from another room.
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