There were lemon trees there--I can see the place.

Then we told each other that we loved--but neither of us could find the words--they must be somewhere, those strong beautiful words that could tell how we loved.

We told each other--" "Without your father's consent ?" asked the nun almost severely.
Beatrice's eyes flashed.

"Is a woman's heart a dog that must follow at heel ?" she asked fiercely.

"We loved.