And you wouldn't shame me before my own father, and all the people of China.

You couldn't do that, Marco Polo.

Marco Polo,"-- she came toward him, her eye shining,--"let you stay!" "Christ protect me! Christ guide me! Christ before me!" "Marco Polo!" "Christ behind me!" "The moon, Marco Polo, and me, Golden Bells, and the nightingale in the apple-tree!" "Christ on my right hand! Christ my left! Christ below me!" Her arms were around his neck, cheek came close to his.
"Marco Polo! Marco Polo!" "Christ above me!" "My Marco Polo!" "O, God! Golden Bells!" And he put his arms around her, and his cheek to hers, and all the battle and the disappointment and the fear and the strangeness went out of him.

And down by the lake the wee frogs chirruped, and in the apple-tree the nightingale never ceased from singing.

And they stayed there shoulder to shoulder and cheek to cheek.