It is never from me, even for one little moment.

I bear it always upon my heart, John.

Here it is." She drew from her breast the golden heart and kissed it.

Then she pressed it to his lips, and said: "I kiss it twenty times in the day and in the night; ay, a hundred times.

I do not know how often; but now I kiss your real heart, John," and she kissed his breast, and then stood tiptoe to lift her lips to his.
There was no room left now in John's heart for doubt that Dorothy Vernon was his own forever and forever.