Can you hear me make such a confession and be unmoved?
I throw myself at your feet." "For God's sake, madam, don't do anything so foolish." He could feel her slipping gradually to the ground and he could not but hold her tighter, and so did exactly what she was angling for.
"It's Heaven to feel your embrace," she murmured.

"Dear--dearest Lancelot.

Oh, if you only knew how I've longed and prayed we might meet! I never thought to see you again, and here, without a moment's warning, I'm face to face with you.

Can you wonder I'm unable to control myself?
I know it's folly--weakness--anything you like to call it.

I don't care.
I love you and that's all I know.