"Isn't the pain of it there in my heart, hour by hour!" His reasonableness was deserting him.

Again he was the lover, begging for his rights.
"Wipe him out of your mind, sweetheart," he begged.

"I'll buy you from him, if you like, or fight him for you, or steal you--I don't care which.
Anything sooner than let you go." "I don't want to go," she confessed, afraid of her own words, shivering with the meaning of them.
"You never shall," he continued, his voice gaining strength with his rising hopes.

"You've opened my lips and you must hear what is in my heart.

You are the one love of my life.