"Phyllis!"
He covered her beautiful amber wax-cherry lips with kisses.
After a while she murmured:
"We'll be exiles together, won't we, dear."
"Yes, my duckie. We'll paddle out on the pond of love sidebone by sidebone. We'll seek some friendly wild where we may build our nest, far from the madding cackle."
"Yes; in a land of milk-weed and honeysuckle."
"My swan! My nightingale! My dove!"
"My kingbird!"
Lifted from earth on wings of ecstacy, Eustace recited:
"A nook of rushes underneath the bough,