The Hermit of Far End

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He broke off, boyishly embarrassed, a little overwhelmed by his own big
thoughts.

And suddenly to Maurice, all that had been dark and obscure grew clear
in the white shining of the light that gleamed down the track of those
lost years.

A beautiful and ordered issue was revealed. Out of the ruin and bleak
suffering of the past had sprung the flaming splendour of heroic life
and death--a glory of achievement that, but for those arid years of
silence, had been thwarted and frustrated by the deadening knowledge of
the truth.

Kindling to the recognition of new and wonderful significances, his eyes
sought those of the woman who loved him, and in their quiet radiance he
read that she, too, had understood.

For her, as for him, the dark places had been made light, and with
quickened vision she perceived, in all that had befallen, the fulfilling
of the Divine law.

"Sara----"

Her hands went out to him, and the grave happiness deepened in her eyes.

"Oh, my dear, no love--no sacrifice is ever wasted!"

She spoke very simply, very confidently.