“Could you—could you hate me for anything, Domini?” he said. “Tell me—could you?”
His face was close to hers. She looked at him with her long, steady eyes, that had truth written in their dark fire.
“No,” she answered. “I could never hate you—now.”
“Not if—not if I had done you harm? Not if I had done you a wrong?”
“Could you ever do me a wrong?” she asked.
She sat, looking at him as if in deep thought, for a moment.
“I could almost as easily believe that God could,” she said at last simply.
“Then you—you have perfect trust in me?”
“But—have you ever thought I had not?” she asked. There was wonder in her voice.
“But I have given my life to you,” she added still with wonder. “I am here in the desert with you. What more can I give? What more can I do?”