I want you to feel what real love is--tender, passionate, lover's love." "My dear, my dear!" she cried.

"I do not dare to think of these things, yet they sound so wonderful." "Leave the daring to me, sweetheart," he answered.

"You shall have nothing to do but rest after these horrible days, rest and care for me a little." "Oh, I do care!" she exclaimed, with sudden passion.

"That is what makes it all so wonderful." "You love me?
Tell me so once more ?" he begged.
"Dear, I love you.

You must have known it or you couldn't have said these things.