Will you let me have it--will you help me to keep it ?" "Like a secret ?" said Robin in her soft note.
"No, not a secret.

A sort of sacred, heavenly unbelievable thing we own together." "I understand," was Robin's answer.

"It does not seem strange to me.

I have thought something like that too--almost exactly like." It did not once occur to them to express, even to themselves, in any common mental form the fact that they were "in love" with each other.
The tide which swept them with it had risen ages before and bore them on its swelling waves as though they were leaves.
"No one but ourselves will know that we meet," she went on further.

"I may come and go as I like in these hurried busy hours.