"I'm not such a dog as that.

But there's no harm in loving her and kissing her and making her as happy as it's right to be." "Don't be mean, Susan," he begged, tears in his eyes.

"If you love me, you'll let me kiss you." And she yielded, and the shock of the kiss set both to trembling.

It appealed to his vanity, it heightened his own agitations to see how pale she had grown and how her rounded bosom rose and fell in the wild tumult of her emotions.

"Oh, I can't do without seeing you," she cried.