But the paleness had left her face.
At this moment Mrs.Denison came forward, and covering their clasped hands with hers, said in a low, but very emphatic voice: "There is no impediment! God has removed the last obstruction, and your way is plain." Instantly the whole frame of Miss Loring seemed jarred as by a heavy stroke; and she would have fallen through weakness, if Hendrickson had not thrown an arm around her.

Bearing her to a sofa, he laid her, very tenderly, in a reclining position, with her head resting against Mrs.Denison.But he kept one of her hands tightly within his own; and she made no effort to withdraw it.
"There is no obstruction now, dear friends," resumed Mrs.Denison.
"The long agony is over--the sad error corrected.

The patience of hope, the fidelity of love, the martyr-spirit that could bear torture, yet not swerve from its integrity, are all to find their exceeding great reward.

I did not look for it so soon.

Far in advance of the present I saw the long road each had to travel, still stretching its weary length.