"Is that a promise?"
"Yes—a promise."
"Then kiss me."
Half Afraid
The white fire burned in Rosemary's blood; her heart beat hard with rapturous pain. Upon the desert wastes that stretched endlessly before her, Spring had come with the old, immortal beauty, and more than mortal joy. Half afraid of her own ecstasy, she broke away from him and ran home.
XXIV
The Minister's Call
Just Wait
"Rosemary!"