"If you are happy, I am satisfied." It was briefly spoken, but it went straight to her heart.

She clung to him for a moment without words, and that was all the thanks she ever offered him.

For there was nothing to be said.
* * * * * Very late on the evening of that wonderful day she sat with Bill Warden on the edge of a rock overlooking a fertile valley of many waters in the Blue Mountains, and heard, with her hand in his the amazing story of the past few days, which had seemed to her so curiously dream-like.
"I fought hard against marrying you," Bill told her, with the smile she had remembered for so long.

"But he had me at every turn--simply rolled me out and wiped the ground with me.

Said he'd clap me into prison if I didn't, and when I said 'All right' to that, he turned on me like a tiger and asked if I wanted to break your heart.