She felt as though she might faint, so intensely happy was she.
Cowperwood followed her quickly.

Slipping his arms about her waist, he looked at her flushed cheeks, her clear, moist eyes and red mouth.
"You love me ?" he whispered, stern and compelling because of his desire.
"Yes! Yes! You know I do." He crushed her face to his, and she put up her hands and stroked his hair.
A thrilling sense of possession, mastery, happiness and understanding, love of her and of her body, suddenly overwhelmed him.
"I love you," he said, as though he were surprised to hear himself say it.

"I didn't think I did, but I do.

You're beautiful.

I'm wild about you." "And I love you" she answered.