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she cried , her voice bleating like a lamb 's . `` Oh , Janet , you know who 's calling you -- I have called you long , '' and holy passion burned in the voice that spoke , leaped from the face that came closer , still closer , to her own . The white figure swayed in the darkness . Then the night glowed about her like the noon , and the strong arms held her close , and time and sorrow and God all gave her up ungrudgingly to the bliss they had planned together ; for in secret had they bedecked her as a bride adorned for her husband . * * * * * It was long after , how long may not be told , for God would let no angel mark the time ; but the dark still was brooding , and the trees whispering still , when he said : `` To-morrow , Janet -- all the years have made us ready -- yet not to-morrow , for it is to-day -- to-day , please God . '' She came closer , closer to him still , for hers had been an unsheltered life , and the warmth was strangely sweet . `` Let us go to the spring , dear heart .