Sit here," she said, tapping the broad arm of the chair.

He obeyed, and she took his arms and put them about her neck.

"There hasn't been much love in my life, precious.

Perhaps I am not showy enough, not strong enough for the place I occupy." "But you are good enough to hold the place of an angel." She attempted to speak, but failed.

Something fell on her hand, and she looked up.