Then the earnest eyes dropped to the frightened ones searching his face.
“You are mine!” Truedale spoke commandingly, with a force that never before had marked him.
“Yes.” The word was a faint, frightened whisper.
“My darling, kiss me!”
She kissed him with trembling lips.
“You love me?”
“I—I love you.”
“You—you trust me?”
“I—oh! yes; yes.”
“Then come, my doney-gal! For life or death, it is you and I, little woman, from now on!”