"Won't you tell me that you love me a little, too ?" A delightful sense of liberty and newness of life were flowing in regenerating waves over Fay's spirit.
Wentworth seemed a part of this all-pervading joyousness and freedom.
She made a little half unconscious movement towards him, and in a moment, that intrepid man, that dauntless athlete of the emotions had taken her in his arms..