verything,
and was discontented that it secured less than its demands. Now
they asked but three things, work, and peace, and love. And the
greatest of these was love.
Something like that he said to her, when the first
inarticulateness had passed, and when, as is the way of a man with
the woman who loves him, he tried to lay his soul as well as his
heart at her feet. The knowledge that the years brought. That
love in youth was a plant of easy growth, springing up in many soils.
But that the love of the middle span of a man's life, whether that
love be the early love purified by fire, or a new love, sowed in
sacrifice and watered with tears, the love that was to carry a man
and a woman through to the end, the last love, was God's infinitely
precious gift. A gift to take the place of the things that had gone
with youth, of high adventure and the lilt of the singing heart.
The last gift.
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