He lifted the Girl, laid her down and arranged the coverlet.
"Go to sleep!" he ordered gently.

"You have made me so wildly happy that I could run and shout like a madman.

Try to rest, and maybe the fairies who aid me will put my kiss back on your lips.

I am going to the hill top to tell mother and my God." He knelt and gathered her in his arms a second, then called Belshazzar to guard, and went into the sweet spring night, to jubilate with that wild surge of passion that sweeps the heart of a strong man when he is most nearly primal.

He climbed the hill at a rush, and standing beneath the oak on the summit, he faced the lake, and stretching his arms widely, he waved them, merely to satisfy the demand for action.