I remember the frock you wore that night--you looked like an angel, a spirit standing there in the moonlight, the most beautiful woman I have ever seen.

Are you angry with me for saying so?
Don't be; for I've got to tell you everything, and--and--it's difficult!" He was silent a moment.

Her head was still down-bent, her small white hand hung at her side; she was quite motionless but for the slow, rhythmic rise and fall of her bosom.
"When you came to me, when you spoke to me, my heart leapt as if--well, as if something good had happened to me--something that had never happened before.

When I went away the picture of you standing at the door, waving your hand, went with me, and--stayed with me.

I could not get you out of my mind--could think of nothing else.