Jeffray stood with one arm about Bess’s body, his head thrown back as though in triumph. He pointed southward over the sea to where, not a mile away, the shores of France were lit by the rising sun. “The sea gave you to me, dear,” he said, “and I have fought to save you from the sea.” Bess held close to him and smiled. “I shall wear my wedding-clothes for you,” she answered. THE END * * * * * Transcriber’s Notes: Spelling and hyphenation have been left as in the original. Obvious typesetting and punctuation errors have been corrected without note. [The end of _Bess of the Woods_ by Warwick Deeping] End of the Project Gutenberg EBook of Bess of the Woods, by Warwick Deeping