Was it contempt, loathing, pity, that moved in the eyes above! He could not tell; but he stooped over the little foot and kissed it.
She smiled.
"Do you really mean it ?" he whispered.
"Yes.

You wish to serve me, and to have nothing in return!--you shall have what you wish." She held out her fingers for Doss to lick.

"Do you see this dog?
He licks my hand because I love him; and I allow him to.
Where I do not love I do not allow it.

I believe you love me; I too could love so, that to lie under the foot of the thing I loved would be more heaven than to lie in the breast of another.

Come! let us go.