Thou hast awakened my soul and called it forth, and now, Nyleptha, it is not mine, not mine, but _thine_ and thine only.

There is no more for me to say; in thy hands is my life.' And he leaned back against the pedestal of the statue, looking very pale, and his eyes shining, but proud and handsome as a god.
Slowly, slowly she raised her head, and fixed her wonderful eyes, all alight with the greatness of her passion, full upon his face, as though to read his very soul.

Then at last she spoke, low indeed, but clearly as a silver bell.
'Of a truth, weak woman that I am, I do believe thee.

Ill will be the day for thee and for me also if it be my fate to learn that I have believed a lie.

And now hearken to me, oh man, who hath wandered here from far to steal my heart and make me all thine own.