You know it.

Even if I----" "Yes, dear." She considered him with a new and burning curiosity.

It was the feminine in her, wondering, not yet certain, whether it might safely dare.
"I suppose I've made an anchorite out of you," she ventured.
"You can judge," he said, laughing; and had her in his arms again, and kissed her consenting lips and palms, and looked down into the sweet eyes; and she smiled back at him, confident, at rest.
"What has wrought this celestial change in you, Phil ?" she whispered, listlessly humourous.
"What change ?" "The spiritual." "Is there one?
I seem to kiss you just as ardently." "I know.

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