Guida mine, I want you to marry me." His arm tightened round her waist, as though he half feared she would fly from him.

He was right; she made a motion backward, but he held her firmly, tenderly.

"Marry--marry you, Philip!" she exclaimed in trembling dismay.
"Marry--yes, marry me, Guida.

That will make all right; that will bind us together for ever.

Have you never thought of that ?" "Oh, never, never!" she answered.