Through the dim star-pallor she turned toward him, halted, passing her finger-tips across her lashes.
"After all," she said, "it was too late.

If there is any sin in loving you it happened long ago--not to-night....

It began from the--the beginning.

Does the touch of your lips make me any worse ?...

But I am not afraid--if you wish it--now that I know I always loved you." "Shiela! Shiela, little sweetheart--" "I love you so--I love you so," she said.