"And you respect me?"
"More reverently than death."
"What do you wish of me?"
"Your love!"
"What will you give for it?"
"All that I can."
"And will you suffer for it? What?"
"All that you ask."
"Then kiss me, Agar."
I bent my head and pressed my lips to hers. Her lips were very cold. But the contact set my blood on fire and I caught her in my arms, and strained her to my breast. She shivered in my clasp and deeply sighed, but I rained hot kisses on her cheeks, and eyes, and lips passionately, striving to warm her with my passion, for I knew that she was cold, and unresponsive too, in spite of her surrender.