But at that she cried out with a little tender cry and pressed close to him.
"No—no—no—it isn't you. It isn't. It couldn't be."
He crushed her in his arms. His mouth clung to her face and passed over it and covered it with kisses.
"Am I too roough? Tall mae—tall mae."
"No," she whispered.
He pushed back her hat from her forehead, kissing her hair. She took off her hat and flung it on the floor.
His voice came fast and thick.
"Kiss mae back ef yo loove mae."
She kissed him. She stiffened and leaned back in the crook of his arm that held her.
His senses swam. He grasped her as if he would have lifted her bodily from the floor. She was light in his arms as a child. He had turned her from the window.