They are--all yours--all yours--now! Oh, God! my blood is on fire." She buried her face on his breast for shame, that he might not see her burning eyes and her scarlet cheeks.

Then after a time she cared not what he saw, and she lifted her lips to his, a voluntary offering.

The supreme emotions of the moment drove all other consciousness from their souls.
"Tell me, Dorothy, that you will be my wife.

Tell me, tell me!" cried John.
"I will, I will, oh, how gladly, how gladly!" "Tell me that no power on earth can force you to marry Lord Stanley.

Tell me that you will marry no man but me; that you will wait--wait for me till--" "I will marry no man but you, John, no man but you," said the girl, whisperingly.