“And I’m really yours, forever?”
“Of course you are, dear! Listen, now:
“‘In the pale, murmuring dawn she lay
Alone, with nothing more to lose.
Her eyes one warm, soft arm espied,
And lips too tired to voice her pride
Caressed and kissed a bruise.’”
The girl looked up at him a moment, circled with his arm, as she lay there content. For a little she seemed not to understand. Then, slowly, a puzzled look and then a look of hurt rose to her eyes.
“Hal, you—you mustn’t—”
“Why mustn’t I, dear?”
She tried to answer, but his lips upon her mouth stifled her speech.