She took those thin fingers between her two little hands; she bent her head et les effleura de ses lèvres. (I put that in French because the word effleurer is an exquisite word.) Moore was much moved. A large tear or two coursed down his hollow cheek.
"I'll keep these things in my heart, Cary; that kiss I will put by, and you shall hear of it again one day."
"Come out!" cried Martin, opening the door—"come away; you have had twenty minutes instead of a quarter of an hour."
"She will not stir yet, you hempseed."
"I dare not stay longer, Robert."
"Can you promise to return?"
"No, she can't," responded Martin. "The thing mustn't become customary. I can't be troubled. It's very well for once; I'll not have it repeated."
"You'll not have it repeated."
"Hush! don't vex him; we could not have met to-day but for him. But I will come again, if it is your wish that I should come."
"It is my wish—my one wish—almost the only wish I can feel."