"If you knew! Women are not supposed to give anything away! It makes men draw back.

It makes them insufferable." "It makes me humble," said Ambrose.
"You boy!" she breathed.
"I'm years older than you," he said.
"Women's hearts are born old," said Colina; "men's never grow out of babyhood." Her head was lying back on the thick of his arm.
"Your throat is as lovely--as lovely as pearl!" he whispered, brooding over her.
The exquisite throat trembled with laughter.
"You're coming out!" she said.
"I don't care!" said Ambrose.

"You're as beautiful as--what is the most beautiful thing I know ?--as beautiful as a morning in June up North." "I don't know which I like better," she murmured.
"Of what ?" he asked.
"To have you praise me or abuse me.

Both are so sweet!" "Do you know," he said, "I am wondering this minute if I am dreaming! I'm afraid to breathe hard for fear of waking up." She smiled enchantingly.
"Kiss me!" she whispered.

"These are real lips." "Sit up," he said presently, with a sigh, "We must talk hard sense to each other.