I _couldn't_!" "Neither could I stop thinking," said Robin.

"I had dreams about seeing your eyes looking at me.

They were blue like clear water in summer.

They were always laughing.

I always _wanted_ them to look at me! They--they are the same eyes now," in a little rush of words.
Their blueness was on hers--in the very deeps of their uplifted liquidity.
"God! I'm _glad_!" his voice was on a hushed note.
There has never been a limner through all the ages who has pictured--at such a moment--two pairs of eyes reaching, melting into, lost in each other in their human search for the longing soul drawing together human things.