"I love you so," said Giustino, simply, in a low voice.
"Oh, say that again," she begged, ceasing to weep.
"I love you so, Anna."
"I adore you—my soul, my darling."
"If you love me, you must be calm."
"I adore you, my dearest one."
"Promise me that you won't cry any more, then."
"I adore you, I adore you, I adore you!" she repeated, her voice heavy with emotion.
He did not speak. It seemed as if he could find no words fit for responding to such a passion. A cold gust of wind swept over them.
"Are you cold?" he asked.