41/48 Let us, too, forget!" "Oh, his poor wife--" Rand drew her to him. "Will you mourn for me when I am dead ?" "No," she answered. "We will die together .-- Oh, Lewis, Lewis, Lewis!" "You promised that you would be happy," he said, and kissed her. "You promised you would not let Fontenoy and the things of Fontenoy stand like a spectre between us. |