"I feel as if I'd sort of been through a fire. I seem to be still seein' red."
"Dan, it makes me feel as if I never knew you! Now you must forget all that has happened. Promise me you will!"
He was silent for a moment and then he sighed again.
"Maybe I can, Kate. Which I feel, though, as if there was somethin' inside me writ—writ in red letters—I got to try to read the writin' before I can talk much."
She barely heard him. Her hand was still against his face. A deep awe and content was creeping through her, so that she began to smile and was glad that the dark covered her face. She felt abashed before him for the first time in her life, and there was a singular sense of shame. It was as if some door in her inner heart had opened so that Dan was at liberty to look down into her soul. There was terror in this feeling, but there was also gladness.
"Kate."
"Yes—honey!"
"What were you hummin'?"
She started.
"I didn't know I was humming, Dan."