Love me.

For God's sake marry me." Each looked into the other's bared soul.
Something in his desperate face which she had always sought for, which had always been missing from it--she found.
"I will," she said.
They made no movement towards each other.

They had reached a spiritual nearness, a passion of surrender each to each, which touch of hand or lip could only at that moment have served to lessen.
"You are not taking me out of pity?
You are sure you can still love me a little ?" "More than in the early days," she said.

"For you have not only come to me, Everard.

You have come to yourself.".