And Harris was dead.

And Santos was dead.

But life and love were mine.
I would have gone through it all again! And all at once I was on fire to be back in the library; so much so, that half a minute at the manhole, lantern in hand, was enough for me; and a mere funnel of moist brown earth--a terribly low arch propped with beams--as much as I myself ever saw of the subterranean conduit between Kirby House and the sea.

But I understood that the curious may traverse it for themselves to this day on payment of a very modest fee.
As for me, I returned as I had come after (say) five minutes' absence; my head full once more of Eva, and of impatient anxiety for the wild young squire's final flight; and my heart still singing with the joy of which my beloved's kindness seemed a sufficient warranty.

Poor egotist! Am I to tell you what I found when I came up those steep stairs to the chamber where I had left him on his knees to her?
Or can you guess?
He was on his knees no more, but he held her in his arms, and as I entered he was kissing the tears from her wet, flushed cheek.