She shivered slightly, for she had not yet dreamed that a kiss could hurt and yet be too short.

The sound of Madame Bernard's voice came from the next room, still talking to the parrot.

Angela laid her hand on Giovanni's gold-laced sleeve and nestled beside him, with her head in the hollow of his shoulder.
'I have always wanted to do this,' she said in a drowsy little voice, as if she wished she could go to sleep where she was.

'It is my place.
When you are away in Africa, at night, under the stars, you will dream that I am just here, resting in my very own place.' She felt his warm breath in her hair as he answered.
'I will not go; I will not leave you.' 'But you must,' she said, quickly straightening herself and looking into his face.

'I should not love you as I do, if I could bear to think of your staying here, to let men laugh at you, as you say they would!' 'It is not like resigning on the day after war is declared!' he retorted, trying to speak lightly.
'It is!' she cried, with a sort of eager anxiety in her voice.