I want to ask you something, a favor so great my lips can hardly frame the words." She looked at me.

There was infinite wonder, infinite gentleness in her eyes.

I took courage then, and told my tale in burning words.

I cannot remember now, but I told her how I had loved her from the first moment I had ever seen her, and had resolved upon winning her, if she was to be won.
Never mind what passed.

I only know the sun never shone so brightly, the flowers were never one-half so fair, the world so bright, no man ever one-half so happy.
For she--well, she had listened to me, and her sweet lips quivered, her beautiful face had grown tender and soft; she laid her little, white hands in mine and said she loved me.
I have wondered since that the weight of my own happiness did not break my heart, the suspense had been so great.
"You love me?
Say it again, Agatha.