11/24 He put her hands to his lips, and moaned, for the hour of parting seemed to be hurrying down upon him. Finally his tongue found liberty. "Oh, sweetheart--sweetheart," he cried, "always remember that you are bound in my soul with the iron of youth's first love--my only love. Oh, I never could again, dear,--only you--only you. After this it would be a sacrilege." They stood silent in the joy of their ecstacy for a long minute, then he asked gently: "Do you understand, Molly,--do you understand? |