9/11 How glad was the impulse with which her stilled heart went on again! Tears of joy bedewed her face, when he related the good fortune that had attended his call on Wilkinson. "This desert place shall blossom as the rose. I have said it, and I will keep my word." In the evening, Henry and his father met, for the first time, face to face, since they parted in anger on one side and grief on the other. |