He had made a revelation that filled her with a passion of joy which for a moment drove out the fears and anxieties that had possessed her heart.
'I love you--I love you, dear,' he continued in a voice ardent, caressing; 'an' I can't bear to see you suffer.' She let her face sink to his and kissed him on the mouth, and he clasped her to his breast and held her, repeating again and again expressions of his devotion that love made eloquent.

Her pale face turned to him seemed luminous with the ecstacy of the moment.

For a brief sweet minute she abandoned herself to that ecstacy and forgot everything beside.
'I have always loved you, my darling! my darling!' she whispered--' always.

That night at the gate I thought you cared and I was happy, but afterwards I was afraid.

I thought you might hate me for his sake, and I was wretched.' 'I did try to, Chris--I tried to hate you.