She made no resistance, and he carried her down some way, through the broad mingled light.

Her face was hidden on his breast, and felt the beating of his life.

She said to herself more than once that to die so would be bliss.

The marvel of love bewildered her.

'What was I like before it ?--what shall I be, when he is gone ?' When she made him set her down, she said gaily that she was all right, and gave him a kiss of thanks, simply, like a child.