As my mate, we shall fare along together, whatsoever the end may be, or wheresoever our path may lead.

If she is indeed to be won from the nethermost Hell, then be mine the task! But to go back to the record.

When I had once started speaking to her in words of passion I could not stop.

I did not want to--if I could; and she did not appear to wish it either.

Can there be a woman--alive or dead--who would not want to hear the rapture of her lover expressed to her whilst she is enclosed in his arms?
There was no attempt at reticence on my part now; I took it for granted that she knew all that I surmised, and, as she made neither protest nor comment, that she accepted my belief as to her indeterminate existence.
Sometimes her eyes would be closed, but even then the rapture of her face was almost beyond belief.