darling..." His lips moved lazily over her face.
"You _taste_ so good," he sighed.
"How do you mean, lover ?" "Oh, just sweet, just sweet..." he held her closer.
"Amory," she whispered, "when you're ready for me I'll marry you." "We won't have much at first." "Don't!" she cried.

"It hurts when you reproach yourself for what you can't give me.

I've got your precious self--and that's enough for me." "Tell me..." "You know, don't you?
Oh, you know." "Yes, but I want to hear you say it." "I love you, Amory, with all my heart." "Always, will you ?" "All my life--Oh, Amory--" "What ?" "I want to belong to you.

I want your people to be my people.

I want to have your babies." "But I haven't any people." "Don't laugh at me, Amory.