"I couldn't live through it."
"And you really—really—love me?"
He held her tightly by the shoulders, gazed into her eyes. "So much that, if you were untrue to me, I'd kill you."
"Now, what made you think of that?"
"I don't know."
Thoughtfully: "I guess it is because I'm giving myself to you when I am—am— Now, there you go, shocked again."
He laughed recklessly. "Give me time," said he, "and I'll get used to it. You say you'd rather I showed just how I felt than locked it away and pretended."
"Yes—yes—a thousand times! I don't mind your being shocked—not really." With a queer little laugh, "I'm shocked myself. Somehow I seem to delight in shocking myself—and you. Loving you is—all sorts of pleasures and pains. I want them all!"
"All!" he echoed. "Yes—all!"
Midway in her embrace she stopped him, pushed him laughingly away with, "But you weren't quite frank a while ago."