The three soldiers went by carrying the dead body, and Miles came to the foot of the stairs, saw us, and passed along without speaking.

Outside was the dull, continuous roar of musketry, mingled with an occasional yell.

Then she held out both hands, and looked me frankly in the face.
"I am going to be honest," she said softly.

"I have loved you ever since we were at Jonesboro; I--love you now." I knew this before she spoke; had known it almost from the beginning, and yet her words, the message of her uplifted eyes, gave me a new conception of all love meant.

A moment I gazed into the blue-gray depths where her heart was revealed, and then my arms were about her, and our lips met.