All unconsciously she had been expecting to find Wesley as he had been when they parted . Could this gaunt , haggard creature , with the unkempt beard and prematurely grey hair and the hollow , beseeching eyes , be the ruddy , boyish-faced husband of her youth ? She gave a choking cry of pain and shame , and the sick man turned his head . Their eyes met . Amazement , incredulity , hope , dread , all flashed in succession over Wesley Brooke 's lined face . He raised himself feebly up . `` Dosia , '' he murmured . Theodosia staggered across the room and fell on her knees by the bed . She clasped his head to her breast and kissed him again and again . `` Oh , Wes , Wes , can you forgive me ? I 've been a wicked , stubborn woman -- and I 've spoiled our lives . Forgive me . '' He held his thin trembling arms around her and devoured her face with his eyes . `` Dosia , when did you come ? Did you know I was sick ? '' `` Wes , I ca n't talk till you say you 've forgiven me . '' `` Oh , Dosia , you have just as much to forgive . We were both too set . I should have been more considerate . '' `` Just say , I forgive you , Dosia , ' '' she entreated .
`` I forgive you , Dosia , '' he said gently , `` and oh , it 's so good XXXXX see you once more , darling .
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