He stopped, realizing that he was gabbing at a terrific rate.
“I’m rough—real rough, I know. But a man’s a man for all that, I guess. And what can any man offer you better’n love—love that ... I’m no good at words—you’ll understand that. Chin music ain’t my line. But I’m sure crazy about you.”
The hand he held trembled a little, but it stayed there.
“Angela—will you marry me?”
Her head turned. He saw the moon reflected in two glorious eyes. 81
“Yes,” she said slowly.
“You mean—you mean that?” he gasped, his voice almost choked with unutterable joy.
“Yes—I mean that.”
In another second she was swept up in his arms. All the world went out in that passionate embrace. For the first time in his life his mouth touched a woman’s lips.