They had met, as I had planned--the man and the girl, but it didn't turn out--my way.
It was a beautiful love, I believe, as pure and sweet as any in the whole world.

They say that they made the whole village happy, and that each Sunday the girl and the man would sing to them beautiful songs which they could not understand, but which made even the sick smile with happiness.

It was a low, villainous place for a village, half encircled by a swampy river, and the terrible heat of the summer sun brought with it a strange sickness.

It was a deadly, fatal sickness, and many died, and always there were the man and the girl, working and singing and striving to do good through all the hours of day and night.

What need is there of saying more ?" the doctor cried, his voice choking him.