She raised her dark, impassioned eyes
to his, and their souls met and embraced in one look both of
recognition and bliss. She spake not, but unconsciously nestled
closer to his breast, faltering out some inarticulate words of
tenderness.
"Amelie," continued he, straining her still harder to his heart,
"your love is all I ask of Heaven and of you. Give me that. I must
have it, or live henceforth a man forlorn in the wide world. Oh,
say, darling, can you, do you care for me?"
"Yes, indeed I do!" replied she, laying her arm over his neck, as if
drawing him towards her with a timid movement, while he stooped and
kissed her sweet mouth and eyes in an ecstasy of passionate joy.
She abandoned herself for a moment to her excess of bliss. "Kiss
me, darling!" said he; and she kissed him more than once, to express
her own great love and assure him that it was all his own.
They sat in silence for some minutes; her cheek lay upon his, as
she breathed his name with many fond, faltering expressions of
tenderness.
He felt her tears upon his face.
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