Do you understand me, Euan ?" "Yes." "Then--we will not speak of love.

Or even let the language of our eyes trouble each other with all we may not say and venture....

You will not kiss me, will you?
Before I ask it of you ?" "No." "Under no provocation?
Will you--even if I should ask it ?" "No." "I will tell you why, Euan.

I have promised myself--it is odd, too, for I first thought of it the day I first laid eyes on you.

I said to myself that, as God had kept me pure in spite of all--I should wish that the first one ever to touch my lips should be my mother.