"What does it mean ?" "They are passports for America," he told her.
"For--for me ?" she faltered.
"For you and me." They slipped from her fingers.

He picked them up from the carpet.

Her face was hidden for a moment in her hands.
"I know so well how you are feeling," he said humbly.

"I know how terrible a shock this must seem to you when it comes so near.

You are so different from the other women who might do this thing.