26/38 "I never was so sure of anything in my life," he said. "You couldn't help loving me, Constance; I've loved you so. You don't have to tell me, dear; I know. Still, I'd like to hear you say, with those dear lips as well as with your eyes, that you love me." She put her hand upon the back of the broad one which held the other imprisoned; there was a proud, earnest light in her eyes. "I _do_ love you," she said simply. |