Indeed it was only by speaking into each other's ears that conversation was possible, owing to the rushing sound of the waters.
"Because I have something to tell you which I cannot tell unless we are going to die.

You know it, but I want to say it with my own lips before I die.

I love you, John, _I love you, I love you_; and I am glad to die because I can die with you, and go away with you." He heard, and such was the power of her love, that his, which had been put out of mind in the terror of that hour, reawoke and took the colour of her own.

He too forgot the imminence of death in the warm presence of his down-trodden passion.

She was in his arms as he had taken her during the firing, and he bent his head to look at her.