“When it comes—” echoed Leon who could hardly breathe; some demon seemed to have flung a rope round his neck and to be tightening the noose.
“Supposing that God does not open the way....”
“But He will.”
“And if He does not.”
“But He will.”
“But, I say if He does not?”
“You will see He will.”
“Your conviction makes me believe it, but I do not know why,” said Pepa, turning her head on his shoulder as though it were a pillow on which she might fall asleep. “Now, if you want me to go home satisfied, tell me that you love me very much.” Her eagerness had taken a childish tone.
“You know it.”
“That you will love me always—always.”