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Time is fond of strange surprises, Ne'er we know what is before us; Acting as stern Fate advises, Time is fond of strange surprises. Empires fall, a nation rises, Those who hated, now adore us. Time is fond of strange surprises, Ne'er we know what is before us.
It was Dolores! The lost Dolores, for whom he had sought so long, so vainly. She lay on his breast, sobbing as though her heart would break, and Jack was so overcome with emotion that he could not speak. Cocom, with true delicacy, had withdrawn, and they were alone in the temple. For some moments they could neither speak nor move, but remained locked in one another's arms, silently, passionately, grateful for the meeting. Behind them, the slowly revolving opal flashed out a thin streak of blue. It was an omen of peace, of love.