Then Melicent kissed pitiable lips which would not ever sneer again, and, rising, passed into the Women's Garden, proudly and unafraid.
Ahasuerus shrugged so patiently that she was half afraid. Then, as a cloud passes, she saw that all further buffetings would of necessity be trivial.
For Perion, as she now knew, was very near to her--single of purpose, clean of hands, and filled with such a love as thrilled her with delicious fears of her own poor unworthiness.