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their feet.
It was the moment for which each had so often longed, with which both
had so often tortured themselves by living in imagination, that now,
that it was theirs, they were fearful it might not be true.
Finally, he said: "And the charm never failed! Indeed, it was wonderful!
It stood by me so obviously. For instance, the night before San Juan, in
the mill at El Poso, I slept on the same poncho with another
correspondent. I woke up with a raging appetite for bacon and coffee,
and he woke up out of his mind, and with a temperature of one hundred
and four. And again, I was standing by Capron's gun at El Caney, when
a shell took the three men who served it, and only scared ME. And
there was another time--" He stopped. "Anyway," he laughed, "here I
am."

"But there was one night, one awful night," began the girl. She
trembled, and he made this an added excuse for drawing her closer to
him. "When I felt you were in great peril, that you would surely die.
And all through the night I knelt by the window and looked toward
Cuba and prayed, and prayed to God to let you live."
Chesterton bent his head and kissed the tips of her fingers. After a
moment he said: "Would you know what night it was? It might be
curious if I had been--"
"Would I know!" cried the girl. "It was eight days ago. The night of the
twelfth. An awful night!"
"The twelfth!" exclaimed Chesterton, and laughed and then begged her
pardon humbly. "I laughed because the twelfth," he exclaimed, "was
the night peace was declared. The war was over. I'm sorry, but THAT
night I was riding toward you, thinking only of you. I was never for a
moment in danger."

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