“The twelfth!” exclaimed Chesterton, and laughed and then begged her pardon humbly. “I laughed because the twelfth,” he exclaimed, “was the night peace was declared. The war was over. I’m sorry, but THAT night I was riding toward you, thinking only of you. I was never for a moment in danger.” End of the Project Gutenberg EBook of A Charmed Life, by Richard Harding Davis