He looked at her incredulously. Her eyes were bent upon the ground. There was something in her face which made Mr. Sabin forget the great failure of his life, his broken dreams, his everlasting exile. He whispered her name, and his voice trembled with a passion which for once was his master. "Lucile," he cried. "It is true that you--forgive me?" And she gave him her hand. "It is true," she whispered. THE END. TRANSCRIBER'S NOTE: Minor changes have been made to correct typesetters' errors; otherwise, every effort has been made to remain true to the author's words and intent. End of Project Gutenberg's Mysterious Mr. Sabin, by E. Phillips Oppenheim