At last!--and we are one.

Not a word more of time lost.

My wish is almost a will in itself--was it not ?--and has been wooing yours all this while!--till the sleeper awakened, the well-spring leapt up from the earth; and our two wishes united dare the world to divide them.

What can?
My wish was your destiny, yours is mine.

We are one.' He poetized on his passion, and dramatized it: 'Stood you at the altar, I would pluck you from the man holding your hand! There is no escape for you.