That's what has happened to my need of you--the cup, all day, has been too full to carry.

So here I am with it, spilling it over you--and just for the reason that is the reason of my life.

After all, I've scarcely to explain that I'm as much in love with you now as the first hour; except that there are some hours--which I know when they come, because they almost frighten me--that show me I'm even more so.

They come of themselves--and, ah, they've been coming! After all, after all--!" Some such words as those were what DIDN'T ring out, yet it was as if even the unuttered sound had been quenched here in its own quaver.

It was where utterance would have broken down by its very weight if he had let it get so far.