The mere physical attraction, which she had glorified into passion, was invested with the beauty and the mystery of an unattainable ideal.
"I believe you are going to cry, darling.

Don't be so serious," he said, laughing.
"But you know--tell me you know that I love you." "Of course I know it.

Am I blind or a fool ?" Then before the glowing worship in her face, he caught her in his arms, while he said over and over, "I love you! I love you!" He held her close, thrilling at her touch, seeking her warm lips with an eagerness which comforted her because she was too inexperienced to understand how ephemeral was its nature and its sweetness.
"Promise to love me always, George, as you do now," she said, passionately trying to make the fugitive joy immortal.
"If you'll tell me how to help it, I shall be grateful," he retorted as gaily as if her eyes had not filled with tears.
"Swear it!" "I swear it.

Now, are you satisfied ?" "I don't believe it.

I'll never believe that you love me as much as I love you.