"My boy!"...
"When we got back to the mill-door the last of the twenty years, that had been melting faster and faster, melted away for ever. And you and I were standing there as we'd stood then; and I wanted to kiss your mouth as I'd wanted to then."
"Oh, why didn't you?—both times!"
"Shall I now, for both times?"
"Oh!—oh, that's for a hundred times."
"Think of all the times I've wanted to, and been without you."
"You've never been without me."
"I know that. How often I came to the mill."
"Did you come to the mill?"
"As often as I ate your grain. Didn't you know?"