Don't you remember," with hesitation--as if she were almost reluctant to recall the memory of a shadow into the brightness of the moment--"I told you that I had nothing--and nobody ?" All rushed back to him in a warm flow.
"That was it," he said.

"When you said that I felt as if some one had insulted and wronged something of my own.

I remember I felt hot and furious.

I wanted to give you things and fight for you.

I--caught you in my arms and squeezed you." "Yes," Robin answered.
"It was because of--that time when the morning stars first sang together," he answered smiling, but still as _real_ as before.