"I know," he said quietly, "and you will see him--very soon. We shall start this afternoon, when the horses are rested; and then it will not be many hours before you and your father meet again."
"Yes." She looked at him with something of appeal in her eyes. "Dr. Anstice, my father said you would help me ... you will, won't you? You know," said Iris simply, "you are the only person I can turn to--now."
More moved by her words than he cared to show, Anstice answered her, not impetuously, but with something in his manner which would have inspired confidence in any woman.
"Mrs. Cheniston, I will do all I can--and God knows I am grateful to Him for allowing me the chance of helping you--now. If you will trust yourself to me I will not relinquish my trust until I give you safely into your father's keeping. You will trust me?"
"Yes, Dr. Anstice." She held out her hands to him as she spoke in token of sincerity. "I would trust you--to the end of the world!"
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And as he took her hands in his and vowed himself afresh to her service Anstice knew, with a great lightening of his spirit, that during the night march over the desert, that which he had almost dared to hope might happen, had indeed come to pass; that the chains with which his own action had shackled his soul had fallen from him for ever, and that full atonement for Hilda Ryder's death had been made at last.
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