He kissed her rapturously and
drew her closer and closer to his side, and he sought her eyes with that
promise in his own which she knew instinctively would surround and
encompass and adore her with unfailing and undying affection as long as
life should last.
In a communion nigh unto heaven they spent the evening together. John
had left his letter lying on the ground where he met his white-robed
wife. He forgot it, though it was of importance, until he saw it on the
ground in the morning. He forgot everything but the miracle that had
changed all his water into wine. It seemed as if his house could not
contain the joy that had come to it. He threw off all his sadness, as he
would have cast away a garment that did not fit him, by a kind of
physical movement; and the years in which he had known disappointment
and loss of love dropped away from him. For Jane had buried in tenderest
words and hopes all the cruel words which had so bitterly wounded and
bereaved and impoverished his life. Jane had promised and God was her
surety.
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