Dear, my love for you is perfectly honest.

You believe it, don't you?
If for one moment I thought it was otherwise, I'd never let you see me again.

If I thought for one moment that anything spiritual was to be gained for us by denying that love to you or to myself--or by living out life alone without you, I have the courage to do it.

Do you doubt it ?" "No," he said.
She sighed, and her gaze passed from his and became remote for a moment, then: "I want to live my life with you," she said, wistfully; "I want to be to you all that the woman you love could possibly be.

But to me, the giving of myself to you is to be, in my heart, a ceremony more solemn than any in the world--and it is to be a rite at which my soul shall serve on its knees, Louis." "Dearest--dearest," he breathed, "I know--I understand--I ask your pardon.