They always felt young


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  1. that he committed suicide under the influence of a temporary mental
  2. derangement, caused by overwork, and a verdict to that effect was
  3. returned this afternoon by the coroner's jury. Mr Podgers had just
  4. completed an elaborate treatise on the subject of the Human Hand,
  5. that will shortly be published when it will no doubt attract much
  6. attention. The deceased was sixty-five years of age, and does not
  7. seem to have left any relations.
  8. Lord Arthur rushed out of the club with the paper still in his hand, to the immense amazement of the hall-porter, who tried in vain to stop him, and drove at once to Park Lane. Sybil saw him from the window, and something told her that he was the bearer of good news. She ran down to meet him, and, when she saw his face, she knew that all was well.
  9. 'My dear Sybil,' cried Lord Arthur, 'let us be married to-morrow!'
  10. 'You foolish boy! Why the cake is not even ordered!' said Sybil, laughing through her tears.
  11. VI
  12. When the wedding took place, some three weeks later, St. Peter's was crowded with a perfect mob of smart people. The service was read in a most impressive manner by the Dean of Chichester, and everybody agreed that they had never seen a handsomer couple than the bride and bridegroom. They were more than handsome, however - they were happy. Never for a single moment did Lord Arthur regret all that he had suffered for Sybil's sake, while she, on her side, gave him the best things a woman can give to any man - worship, tenderness, and love. For them romance was not killed by reality. They always felt young.
  13. Some years afterwards, when two beautiful children had been born to them, Lady Windermere came down on a visit to Alton Priory, a lovely old place, that had been the Duke's wedding present to his son; and one afternoon as she was sitting with Lady Arthur under a lime-tree in the garden, watching the little boy and girl as they played up and down the rose-walk, like fitful sunbeams, she suddenly took her hostess's hand in hers, and said, 'Are you happy, Sybil?'

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