"I wish you would, because—because, if it gives us life, perhaps it'll carry us along."
With a quick movement he drew her to him and kissed her passionately on the lips.
A minute later he had sunk back on the seat out of which he had sprung. He knew she was disappearing through the crowd that, satiated with gazing, was sauntering away from the parapet. But he made no attempt to follow her with so much as a glance. Slowly, vaguely, mistily, like a man tired of the earthly vision, he was letting his eyes roam along the line of shining spiritual presences.
THE END