Our Only Chance
Gaston watched uncomprehendingly as the carriage drew to a stop in front of his house and Grace climbed down from it. She smiled sadly as she handed him the bouquet of flowers. "Merci," he said as he accepted them. "It's lovely to see you again, Grace, but to what do I owe this unexpected visit?" "My Henry is now in the presence of God," she said quietly. "He was slain on the slopes of Glenmalure during the battle there." "Oh, no! I am so sorry, Grace. Please, come in and sit down." Grace followed Gaston into his small cottage and sat beside him on the sofa. "It's been a sad year for me as well, as I lost my dear mother barely six months ago. She fell ill and was gone very quickly. At least her suffering was not long, and she now dwells in bliss with our Lord." "Oh, Gaston, I am
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