Oh, you--you darling"-- she murmured, drawing his face against hers.

Tears sprang to her brown eyes; her mouth quivered.
"You _will_ love me, won't you?
Because I'm going quite mad about you, Duane....

I don't think I know just what I'm saying--or what I'm doing." She drew him closer; he caught her, crushing her in his arms, and she yielded, clung to him for a moment, drew back in flushed resistance, still bewildered by her own passion.

Then, into her eyes came that divine beauty which comes but once on earth--innocence awakened; and the white lids drooped a little, and the mouth quivered, surrendering with a sigh.
* * * * * "You never have, never could love any other man?
Say it.

I know it, but--say it, sweetheart!" "Only you, Duane." "Are you happy ?" "I am in heaven." She closed her eyes--opening them almost immediately and passing one hand across his face as though afraid he might have vanished.
"You are there yet," she murmured with a faint smile.
"So are you," he whispered, laughing--"my little dream girl--my little brown-eyed, brown-haired, long-legged, swift-running, hard-hitting----" "Oh, _do_ you remember that dreadful blow I gave you when we were sparring in the library?
_Did_ it hurt you, my darling--I was sure it did, but you never would admit it.