Her fingers were twisting softly around his wrist, crumpling the white linen that they found there. Her eyes followed her fingers, not daring to look up. Her fingers were warm. He caught her chin in both his hands, though still her fingers clung.
“Taisie,” said he, “what fools we’ve been! Ah, what a blind fool I was! Forgive me!”
“Why, Dan!” she murmured.
Her head fell forward upon his shoulder, drowsily, although it was morning, and though the sun shone all around them, brilliantly, blindingly.
THE END
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