And the girl leaped towards him, seizing him by the shoulders with a
thrilling cry; she stared into his eyes, her own glowing like fire.
“Arthur!” she gasped again, “Arthur!”
He only looked at her wonderingly, as if thinking she was mad; until
suddenly she burst out frantically, “You are David's child! You are
David's child!” And then for fully half a minute the two stood
staring at each other, too much dazed to move or to make a sound.
At last Arthur echoed the words, scarcely audibly, “David's child!”
and added, “David is your husband?” As Helen whispered “Yes” again,
they stood panting for breath. It was a long time before the girl
could find another word to speak, except over and over, “David's
child!” She seemed unable to realize quite what it meant, she seemed
unable to put the facts together.
But then suddenly Arthur whispered: “Then it was your husband who
ruined that woman?” and as Helen answered “Yes,” she grasped a
little of the truth, and also of Arthur's thought. She ran on
swiftly: “But oh, it was not his fault, he was only a boy, Arthur!
And he wished to marry her, but they would not let him--I must tell
you about that!” Then she stopped short, however; and when she went
on it was in sudden wild joy that overcame all her other feelings,
joy that gleamed in her face and made her fling herself down upon
her knees before Arthur and clutch his hands in hers.
“Oh,” she cried, “it was God who sent you, Arthur,--oh, I know that
it was God! It is so wonderful to think of--to have come to us all
in a flash! And it will save David's life--it was the thought of the
child and the fate that it might have suffered that terrified him
most of all, Arthur. And now to think that it is you--oh, you! And
you are David's son--I cannot believe it, I cannot believe it!” Then
with a wild laugh she sprang up again and turned, exclaiming, “Oh,
he will be so happy,--I must tell him--we must not lose an
instant!”
She caught Arthur's hand again, and started towards the house; but
she had not taken half a dozen steps before she halted suddenly, and
whispered, “Oh, no, I forgot! He is asleep, and we must not waken
him now, we must wait!”
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