Have I loved?
Can I love?
Do I love to-day as I loved yesterday and shall love to-morrow?
Ah, child! That you should ask that, with your angel's face, when I am in hell for you! When I would give my body to death and my soul to darkness for a touch of your hand, for as much kindness and gentleness in a word from your dear lips as you give the beggars in the street! When I would tear out my heart with my hands to feed the very dog that fawns on you--and who is more to you than I, because he is yours, and all that is yours I love, and worship, and adore!" Unorna had looked up and smiled at first, believing that it was all but a comedy, as he had told her that it should be.

But as he spoke, and the strong words chased each other in the torrent of his passionate speech, she was startled and surprised.

There was a force in his language, a fiery energy in his look, a ring of half-desperate hope in his deep voice, which moved her to strange thoughts.

His face, too, was changed and ennobled, his gestures larger, even his small stature ceased, for once, to seem dwarfish and gnome-like.
"Keyork Arabian, is it possible that you love me ?" she cried, in her wonder.
"Possible?
True?
There is neither truth nor possibility in anything else for me, in anything, in any one, but you, Unorna.

The service of my love fills the days and the nights and the years with you--fills the world with you only; makes heaven to be on earth, since heaven is but the air that is made bright with your breath, as the temple of all temples is but the spot whereon your dear feet stand.