Mackenzie sang came back to her:
"The span o' life's nae large eneugh,
Nor deep enough the sea,
Nor braid eneugh this weary warld,
To part my love frae me."
No, they could not part their hearts in this world or the next,
and with this sad comfort she flung herself on the rough bed and
sobbed. She would grieve still, but the wildness of her grief and
despair was gone, scattered by the knowledge that however their
troubles eventuated they were now one in heart.
She was roused after a long time by the sound of the huge key
grating in the lock. Through the opened door a figure descended,
and by an illuminating swing of the turnkey's lantern she saw
that it was Bucky. Next moment the door had closed and they were
in each other's arms. Bucky's stubborn pride, the remembrance of
the riches which of a sudden had transformed his little partner
into an heiress and set a high wall of separation between them,
these were swept clean away on a great wave of love which took
Bucky off his feet and left him breathless.
"I had almost given you up," she cried joyfully.
Again he passed his hand across her face.
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