“Tek me ad you arms again!” she said. “Toach me on my lips wiz yours. I will tell you—then!”
His last reserve was gone; he had no wish to hold it. Subtly, irresistibly, she had drawn him to her; now he had taken her back into his arms!
He felt her little fingers, as of old, passing across his face until they found his lips, and there she placed her own.
- Transcriber’s Note:
- Missing or obscured punctuation was silently corrected.
- Typographical errors were silently corrected.
- Inconsistent spelling and hyphenation were made consistent only when a predominant form was found in this book.