"Is this Mr. Hale's?" said he, in a clear, full, delicate voice.
Margaret trembled all over; at first she did not answer. In a moment she sighed out,
"Frederick!" and stretched out both her hands to catch his, and draw him in.
"Oh, Margaret!" said he, holding her off by her shoulders, after they had kissed each other, as if even in that darkness he could see her face, and read in its expression a quicker answer to his question than words could give,--
"My mother! is she alive!"

'Is this Mr. Hale's?' said he, in a clear, full voice.
Margaret trembled all over; at first she did not answer. Then she sighed out, 'Frederick!' and stretched out both her hands to catch his, and draw him in.
'Oh, Margaret!' said he, holding her by her shoulders, after they had kissed each other, as if even in that darkness he could see her face. 'My mother! is she alive?'
