It seemed to her that she could not breathe at all now, what with the acrid air and the power of his arms about her, but it did not matter. "I that loved you from the first moment my eyes were resting on the wonder of your face and heard the harps sounding in your voice, I have brought you death!"
"No, Michael Daragh," she said hoarsely, breathlessly, "you have brought me life!"
His voice was scorched and dry with smoke, and she had to strain her ears to hear his lyric lovemaking. "Journeys' end"—she thought again as she had thought that afternoon. Sarah Farraday would say that she was making phrases, trying to be clever, even in this great and terrible moment,—to be thinking that she had taken the subway to the heights.... Presently she put a reproving hand over his lips.
"Oh, Michael Daragh! I expect I don't know God as well as you do, but I know Him better than that! Of course we'll be saved! Don't keep saying you wouldn't tell me this if we weren't dying! Nothing could happen to us ... now ... what do you suppose makes me so sleepy?... Do you mind if I just sleep a—f—few minutes? I'm pretty—t—tired...."
He gathered her up wholly into his arms. "No, no! Don't go to sleep! Don't be leaving me till you must!"
She cuddled down cozily like a drowsy baby. "M.D. ... did you ever play——"
"What, Acushla?"
"Babes in the Woods? That's what we are, aren't we?" and she tried to sing, huskily, gasping——
"'And when they were dead,
The robins so red