11/16 When he struck into the chorus, wide-eyed and panting, she was swaying toward him and playing with all her might. He had given his best and his all. He fell on his knees and folded his arms across his breast. The Angel, as if magnetized, walked straight down the aisle to him, and running her fingers into the crisp masses of his red hair, tilted his head back and laid her lips on his forehead. "Good boy!" she said, in a voice that wavered from the throbbing of her shaken heart. |