Tell me, John, tell me truly, was it all false--that which you told me about the other women ?" There had been more truth in John's bragging than he cared to confess.

He feared and loathed a lie; so he said evasively, but with perfect truth:-- "You must know, my goddess.

If you do not know without the telling that I love you with all my being; if you do not know that there is for me and ever will be no woman but you in all the world; if you do not know that you have stolen my soul and that I live only in your presence, all that I can say will avail nothing toward convincing you.

I am almost crazed with love for you, and with pain and torture.

For the love of God let me leave you that I may hide my face." "Never," cried the girl, clasping her hands about his neck and pressing her lips gently upon his.