Chapter VII
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Dominique's voice came clearly through the room:
"Mother, I saw the white swan fly away through the door when you came in."
"My dear, my dear," she said, "there was no white swan." But she clasped the boy to her breast protectingly, and whispered an ave.
"Peace be to this house," said the voice of the priest.
And there was peace—for the child lived, and the man has loved, and has kept his vow, even unto this day.
For the visions of the boy, who can know the divers ways in which God speaks to the children of men!
THE END
NOVELS BY SIR GILBERT PARKER
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