“We don’t know that yet,” said Winthrop gently, “we’ll have all the rest of our lives to find that out.” Startled, the girl drew back. In her face was wonder, amazement, a dawning happiness. Without speaking, Winthrop looked at her, entreatingly, pitifully, beseeching her with his eyes. Slowly the girl bent forward and, as he threw out his arms, with a little sigh of rest and content she crept into them and pressed her face to his. End of the Project Gutenberg EBook of Vera, by Richard Harding Davis