It was like an evasion, like a prisoner breaking his parole--that thing slinking off stealthily while he slept.

He was very indignant, and was also astonished at the absurdity of his own emotions.
She felt him tremble, and murmuring tender words, pressed his head to her breast.

Again he felt very peaceful with a peace that was as complete as the silence round them.

He muttered-- "You are tired, Aissa." She answered so low that it was like a sigh shaped into faint words.
"I shall watch your sleep, O child!" He lay very quiet, and listened to the beating of her heart.

That sound, light, rapid, persistent, and steady; her very life beating against his cheek, gave him a clear perception of secure ownership, strengthened his belief in his possession of that human being, was like an assurance of the vague felicity of the future.