You came back and gave yourself to me.

Have you ever regretted it, my darling?
Tell me that!" "Never!" she sobbed.

"Never! Your love--your love--has been--the safety-curtain--always--between me and--harm." And then very suddenly she lifted her face, her streaming eyes, and met his look.
"But there's one thing, darling," she said, "which you must know.

I loved you always--always--even before that monsoon night.

But I came to you then because--because--I knew that I had been recognized, and--I was afraid--I was terrified--till--till I was safe in your arms." "Ah! But you came to me," he said.
A sudden gleam of mirth shot through her woe.