His face was warm with colour even in the night air, warmer than she had ever seen it.

One hand lay across his chest and one was thrown back over his head with the abandon of perfect rest.

All the anxiety and restlessness which had tortured him had fled, and his manhood showed bold and serene in the brightening dusk.
A sob almost broke from her as she gazed her fill, then slowly she leaned over and softly pressed her lips to his--the first time that ever in love they had been given to any man.

She had the impulse to throw her arms round him, but she mastered herself.

He stirred, but he did not wake.