How shall I paint the rapture that I have hardly yet dared to contemplate?
Columbine!" His voice suddenly pleaded, and as though in answer she laid her hand in his.

But she did not raise her eyes.

She palpitated from head to foot like a captured bird.
"You are not--afraid ?" he whispered.
"I don't know," she whispered back.

"Not of you--not of you!" "Ah!" he said.

"We are caught in the same net.