I told you.

And now--good God!--I'm telling you I love you--I can't let you go!--your hands:--the sweetness of them--the----" "I--oh, it must not be--this way----" "It _is_ this way!" "I know--but please try to help .-- I--I am not afraid to--love you------" Her slender figure trembled against him; the warmth of her set him afire.

There was a scent of tears in her breath--a fragrance as her body relaxed, yielded, embraced; her hands, her lids, her: hair, her mouth, all his now, for the taking, as he took her into his arms.

But he only stared down at what lay there; and, trembling, breathless, her eyes unclosed and she looked up blindly into his flushed face.
"Because I--love you," she sighed, "I believe in all that--that I have--never--seen--in you." He looked back into her eyes, steadily: "I am going mad over you, Ailsa.

There is only destruction for you in that madness.