"You are wise to travel with the Carmichaels. It will do you good. I,
who was prepared to wait my whole life for you, can have patience for
a little longer. I know that you suffer and as yet I may not help you.
Your pride separates us, but your pride is a little thing compared to
my love. What is your birth or parentage to me? You say it would
overshadow my whole life, darken my career? It might try. That would
be one thing more to fight against. We have come to India to sweep
away its prejudices; let us first sweep away our own. We have come to
bring freedom; let us first make ourselves free. It will be a good
battle, but it will not darken my life, Lois. Do you think opposition
and struggle could darken my life? Surely you know me better. Do but
stand at my side, and there will be no darkness. I am not a boy. I am
a man who sees before him long years of labor, and who needs the one
woman who can help him. Is our cathedral forgotten? I do not believe
it. You are not the woman to forget. The time is not far off when we
will crown our cathedral hand in hand. Only when your love dies can
the barrier between us become insurmountable. If your love lives,
then, as surely as there is a God in Heaven, I will come and fetch
you, Lois--my wife."
And the tears that filled her eyes as she read the boldly written
words were no longer the tears of grief. Her love for him had been the
rock upon which her life was built.
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