Once more she was crying, "Oh, Kalman! Stop! You must stop! You must stop!" And then, as before, she laid her head upon his breast, sobbing, "When I saw the dogs I feared you would come, but I could not run away.

Oh, you must stop! Oh, I am so happy!" And then he put her from him and looked at her.
"Marjorie," he said, "tell me it is no dream, that it is you, that you are mine! Yes," he shouted aloud, "do you hear me?
You are mine! Before Heaven I say it! No man, nothing shall take you from me!" "Hush, Kalman!" she cried, coming to him and laying her hand upon his lips; "they are just down by the river there." "Who are they?
I care not who they are, now that you are mine!" "And oh, how near I was to losing you!" she cried.

"You were going away to-morrow, and I should have broken my heart." "Ah, dear heart! How could I know ?" he said.

"How could I know you could ever love a foreigner, the son of a--" "The son of a hero, who paid out his life for a great cause," she cried with a sob.

"Oh, Kalman, I have been there.