She drew her hand away from his and leaned back against the cushions and was silent for a while, listening to the hum of the streets and the soft rustle of the night wind as it blew in through the open windows and fanned her face. Hers was not a jealous temperament; but she realised, and felt sad in the knowledge, that in the years that lay ahead she would have her husband's love to win. The heart which waits and trusts and gives generously reaps a full reward. End of Project Gutenberg's The Shadow of the Past, by F.E. Mills Young