"You realize that you are the incarnate Cause of the South for me?"
She smiled triumphantly.
"I have always known it."
There was no silly boasting in her tones, no trace of the Southern girl's light mood with one of her numerous beaux. Her words were spoken with deliberate tenderness.
"And yet how deeply and wonderfully you could not know—"
"I have guessed perhaps—"
He took her hand in his.
"I love you, Jennie—"
Her voice was the tenderest whisper.
"And I love you, my sweetheart—"