Indeed, she was worth looking at as she stood there before him, her hands clasped, her breast heaving, her sweet, pale face flushed with emotion and her lovely eyes aswim with tears.

Of a sudden as he gazed Marcus lost control of himself.

Passion for this maiden and bitter jealousy of Caleb arose like twin giants in his heart and possessed him.
"You say you are not in love with Caleb," he said.

"Well, kiss me and I will believe you." "How could such a thing prove my words ?" she asked indignantly.
"I do not know and I do not care.

Kiss me once and I will believe further that the peasants of these parts are all liars.