13/13 Fletcher Hill is right to trust you. But I--I am only the woman who loves you, and--somehow--whichever way I take you--I'm always prejudiced--in your favour." The low words ended against his lips. He kissed her closely, passionately. "My little chum," he said, "I will be worthy--I will be worthy--so help me God!" He was near to tears as he uttered his oath; but presently, when he turned back her sleeve to kiss the place where first his lips had lingered, they laughed together--the tender laughter of lovers in the happy morning-time of life. |