He drew a deep breath, still devouring her with his eyes.
“You mean it?” he said at last.
“I do.” She looked him in the face as she spoke, and her cheeks were white, not red. “Only—the letters! Give me the letters.”
“And for them you will give me your love?”
Her eyes flickered, and involuntarily she shivered. A faint blush rose and dyed her cheeks.
“Only God can give love,” she said, her tone low.
“And yours is given?”
“Yes.”
“To another?”
“I have said it.”