I will not let you be weary! Oh! I promise you that.
I will give you myself and all my life. Think! We can only live once, and
you and I have found what life is. Don't let us trifle with it. Jim, will
you come?"
Soft though her voice was, there was passion quivering in every sentence.
When I turned to look at her, her eyes and face seemed aflame with it.
The color had streamed into her cheeks, she had drifted into my arms, and
her clinging lips yielded unresistingly to mine.
"Oh! Jim," she murmured, "the rest isn't worth anything. Tell me that you
will come."
I did not answer her at once, and she seemed content to lie where she
was. My own senses were in a wild tumult of delight, but there was a pain
in my heart. Presently she drew a little away. There was a new note in
her tone--a note of half-alarmed surprise.
"Answer me, Jim! Oh! answer me please," she begged. "Don't let me
think--that you mean to refuse."
I held her tightly in my arms. The memory of that moment might have to
last me all my life.
"My dear heart," I whispered, "it would be Paradise! Some day we will do
it.
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