The smell of your dress----" he paused a moment.

"You are the finest girl God ever made and I just couldn't go without seeing you, at least once more." He was tense, almost rigid with the stress of his sudden passion.

She remained silent with eyes fixed upon him, musing and somber.

She was slower to utter emotion than he, and could not speak even when he had finished.
He began to walk up and down just before her, his brows moodily knitted.
"I'm not fit to ask a girl like you to marry me, I know that.

I've served time in jail, and I'm under indictment by the courts this very minute in two States.