The wind blew it down close to my hand.
I caught it.

I have kept it ever since.

May I keep it still?
It can do no harm to anybody, my having it--may I keep it ?" She answered something under her breath, which he construed to be "Yes." She had been feeling the cruelty of it all, that their last hour together should be taken up by talking of commonplaces.

At the sudden change in his tone--although it was unhappy, there was passion in it, and the chill seemed to pass away from her heart--the tears filled her eyes, overflowed them, ran warmly down her cheeks.
At the sight of those tears the young man forgot everything, except that she was lovely and he loved her and she was crying for him.

He leaped to her side and dropped on his knees.