But when I saw you lying there, Jack, I just could not help myself." Her voice broke.
He turned her face up a little toward him.

"Look at me," he said.

She opened her eyes and, looking steadily into his, held them there.

"Say, 'Jack, I love you,'" he whispered to her.
A great flood of red blood rushed over her face, then faded, leaving her white, but still her eyes held his fast.

"Jack," she whispered, "my Jack, I love you." "Kathleen, dear heart," he said.
Closer he drew her lips toward his.