'We have always talked with each other in the open air, haven't we ?' He drew her to him and kissed her face passionately.

It was the satisfying of a hunger of years.

With Beatrice his caresses had seldom been other than playful; from the first moment of re-meeting with Emily, he had longed to hold her to his heart.
'Can I hope to keep you now?
You won't leave me again, Emily ?' 'If I leave you, Wilfrid, it will be to die.' Again he folded her in his arms, and kissed her lips, her cheeks, her eyes.

She was as weak as a trembling flower.
'Emily, I shall be in dread through every moment that parts us.

Will you consent to whatever I ask of you?
Once before I would have taken you and made you my wife, and if you had yielded we should have escaped all this long misery.