the last supper

truth of my love for her, and the trouble in which it had ripened to be what it was; and hence it was that I revealed it. And O, Agnes, even out of thy true eyes, in that same time, the spirit of my child-wife looked upon me, saying it was well; and winning me, through thee, to tenderest recollections of the Blossom that had withered in its bloom! ¡¡¡¡'I am so blest, Trotwood - my heart is so overcharged - but there is one thing I must say.' ¡¡¡¡'Dearest, what?' ¡¡

¡¡She laid her gentle hands upon my shoulders, and looked calmly in my face. ¡¡¡¡'Do you know, yet, what it is?' ¡¡¡¡'I am afraid to speculate on what it is. Tell me, my dear.' ¡¡¡¡'I have loved you all my life!' ¡¡¡¡O, we were happy, we were happy! Our tears were not for the trials (hers so much the greater) through which we had come to be thus, but for the rapture of being thus, never to be divided more!