"Oh, Maggie! Maggie!" he said almost in a whisper, "you little know how
you try me! Dear girl, forget all, and be happy!" And as her hand lay in
his hand, his eyes fell upon it. It was a brown hand, large, but finely
formed, the hand of a sensitive, honorable, capable woman. It was the hand
with which she had struck Angus Raith; yet Allan bowed his head to it, and
left both a kiss and a tear on its palm.