I shall be thinking of you every minute, asleep or awake." "Why mayn't I look now ?" asked Raoul, taking the soft mass of pink and silver from me, in the nice, clumsy way a big man has of handling a woman's things.
"Because--just _because_.

But perhaps you'll guess why, by and by," I said.

Then I held up my face to be kissed, and he bundled the small bag away in an inside pocket of his coat, as carelessly as if it held nothing but a handkerchief and a pair of gloves.
"Be careful!" I couldn't help exclaiming.

But I don't think he heard, for he had me in his arms and was kissing me as if he knew the fear in my heart--the fear that it might be for the last time..