We have been doing wrong, Silvere." The young man, quite dismayed, clasped her in his arms again, trying to console her.

"I love you," he whispered, "I am your brother.

Why say that we have been doing wrong?
We kissed each other because we were cold.

You know very well that we used to kiss each other every evening before separating." "Oh! not as we did just now," she whispered.

"It must be wrong, for a strange feeling came over me.