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Sarah couldn’t speak.

Grant took her face between his hands. “I don’t know ... I’ll never know ... how you resisted the temptation to tell me when I twitted you with making capital out of my uncle’s dying hours. It must have taken the same sort of courage that sent you up the cliff today. I’ll live that over in nightmares for years, Sarah. I kept thinking ... if she’s killed, she’ll never know I love her.”

“When did you know, Grant?”

He smiled. “Guess?”

She shook her head. “I couldn’t.”

“Then I’ll tell you. That morning you came thundering down the paddock towards me on Russetty, bare-back, bare-legged, remember? We talked about the larks singing in the skies of Maoriland ... wondered if you could miss what you’ve never had, and suddenly I knew. Oh, I still fought against it, Sarah. I fell in love with you against my will. Oh, what a fool I was.”

Sapphire eyes looked into hazel eyes, then: “But it’s all right now, isn’t it?” said a small, anxious voice.

Pauline’s.



THE END