12/13 "Shall I tell you something ?" she whispered. "I couldn't have done it either--except for--you." His arm clasped her. "I'm such a poor sort of creature, darling," he said "I'll work for you--live for you--die for you. But I shall never be worthy of you." She lifted her face to his in the gathering darkness. "Dear love," she said, "do you remember how--once--you asked me to treat you--without prejudice? |