"Heaven bless you both and give you the happiness you deserve!
Geoffrey took up the letter and tore it into minute fragments. The gentle breeze carried it over the oleanders and lemon trees like snow.
Down below the blue sea sparkled and the world seemed full of the pure delight of life.
"Geoffrey," Vera said after a long pause, "are we too happy?"
"Is it possible to be too happy?" Geoffrey replied.
"Well, too selfishly happy I mean. It seems awful to be so blissful when Marion is full of misery. I shall never feel anything but affection for her. It seems a strange thing to say, but I mean it. Poor Marion."
Geoffrey stooped and kissed the quivering lips.
"Poor Marion, indeed!" he said. "Marion was two distinct persons. Of all the shocks we ever had, her confession hurt me most of all. A creature so sweet and pure and good, a veritable angel! It is sufficient to utterly destroy one's faith in human nature. It would if I hadn't got you."
End of Project Gutenberg's The Mystery of the Ravenspurs, by Fred M. White