Let us walk gently on; you shall speak to me when you feel able.' He cared for no obstacle now.

She was come back to him from the dead, and to him it was enough of life to hold her.

Let the world go; let all speak of him as they would; this pale, weary-eyed woman should henceforth represent existence to him.

He would know no law but the bidding of his sovereign love.
She spoke.
'Have I fallen in your eyes ?' 'You have always been to me the highest, and will be whilst I live.' They had passed into the shadow of the trees; he took her hand and held it.

The touch seemed to strengthen her, for she looked at him again and spoke firmly.
'Neither was my coming without thought of you.