You have promised me this.

And you will not fail me ?" "What I have promised I will do," he replied, and his voice was now as calm as her own.

"And for this one month--you are mine!" "To love as I have given you love, yes." For a moment he folded her in his arms; and then he drew back her hood so that he might lay a hand on her shining hair, and his eyes were filled with a wonderful illumination as he looked into her upturned face.
"A month is a long time, my Josephine," he whispered.

"And after that month there are other months--years and years of them, and through years, if it must be, my hope will live.

You cannot destroy it, and some day, somewhere, you will send word to me.