The fruit that hung above Guida's head was not fairer and sweeter than she.

Philip drew her to him, and her eyes lifted to his.
"Is that love, Philip ?" she repeated.

"Tell me, for I do not know--it has all come so soon.

You are wiser; do not deceive me; you understand, and I do not.

Philip, do not let me deceive myself." "As the Judgment of Life is before us, I believe you love me, Guida--though I don't deserve it," he answered with tender seriousness.
"And it is right that you should love me; that we should love each other, Philip ?" "It will be right soon," he said, "right for ever.