I cannot have your precious love for me made a source of danger and dishonour to you.

No, no; I love you too well for that--much too well for that, dear.' She spoke in little more than a whisper, but there was the intensity of deep feeling in every word.
He drew her to her feet and into his arms again with tender reverence, and softly kissed her tired eyelids.

She was only a girl, and the strife of the last two days had told upon her strength.

It was sweet to rest so, knowing and feeling his strength, confident of his devotion.
'But I love you--I love you, Chris,' he said.
'Yes, you love me and I love you.' Her hand stole to his neck.

'Ah, how happy we might have been! 'Might have been?
We must be happy--we must!' he said vehemently.