I love you, Otomie.' Now I saw her breast heave beneath the bands and the colour come upon her brow.
'Then I am repaid,' she answered, and our lips clung together in a kiss, the first, and as we thought the last.

Yes, there we kissed, on the stone of sacrifice, beneath the knife of the priest and the shadow of death, and if there has been a stranger love scene in the world, I have never heard its story.
'Oh! I am repaid,' she said again; 'I would gladly die a score of deaths to win this moment, indeed I pray that I may die before you take back your words.

For, Teule, I know well that there is one who is dearer to you than I am, but now your heart is softened by the faithfulness of an Indian girl, and you think that you love her.

Let me die then believing that the dream is true.' 'Talk not so,' I answered heavily, for even at that moment the memory of Lily came into my mind.

'You give your life for me and I love you for it.' 'My life is nothing and your love is much,' she answered smiling.