This ready, almost hilarious, approval of her dress overwhelmed Judith with delight.
"Oh, how tired I was of waiting! How happy I am!" she sighed, leaning toward him.
Storms drew her close to him with a fierce grip of the arm, in a passion of love or hate which took away her breath; then his arm released its hold, and he made a gesture as if to push her from him.
"What is the matter?" she questioned, turning her eyes wildly upon him.
"Nothing," he said; "your curls brushed my face; that is all."
"It seemed almost as if you hated me," said the girl, rubbing her arm with one hand.
"Hated you! What should make me do that?"
"Perhaps because I come between you and that Jessup girl, with all her money."
"What is her money to me? It was the old people that wanted it, not I. Now, all she has got would be nothing compared to what I can give a wife."
"To think that all this has been brought about by a bit of paper! That chance lifted me out of myself. Loving you as I did, it was like opening the gates of heaven to me."