Angela put her hand gently on his shoulder.
"Don't do that," she whispered.
He controlled himself with an effort.
"It will be over in a moment.

Just a moment.

I am sorry." He suddenly knelt at her feet, his head bowed in reverence.

"God help me," he cried faintly, "I love you! I love you!" She looked down at him, her face transfigured.
He loved her! The beat of her heart spoke it! "He loves you!" the throbbing of her brain shouted it: "He loves you!" the cry of her soul whispered it: "He loves you!" She stretched out her hands to him: "My love is yours, just as yours is mine.

Let us join our lives and give them to the suffering and the oppressed." He looked up at her in wonder.
"I daren't.