"No."
He could hardly hear her low whisper, but her face was answer enough, even for a boy who could not know what had touched it with new beauty, but had to guess, as his own heart and the night might teach him.
"No, I don't care. I don't care."
"Judith, you do love me?"
"Yes. Oh, yes."
"You're so sweet," he whispered, "I feel as if I'd never kissed you before—or seen you before. I love you, Judith."
"Yes."
"I love you and I don't want to hurt you. You know that, don't you?"
"Yes."
"But nothing's going to take you away from me now."