Now that
you are here, I find myself at the gates of Paradise. Yet you must
leave me now, dear one. Let me carry the fragrance of your kiss on my
lips until the dawn. Then, in the chill of morning, when cold reason
chides me, I shall refuse to listen to her, for I shall remember that
Irene kissed me."
The girl clung to him during a blissful instant.
"Oh!" she sighed, and "Oh!" again as though her heart was throbbing its
life out. Then she murmured:
"You have not even asked me if I loved you, King Dick!"
With that she glanced up at him, and placed both hands on his
shoulders.
"No," he said. "I only asked you to kiss me. I shall ask for your love
when I may come without reproach and ask you to be my wife."
"Dick," she said, with adorable shyness, "it is not yet to-morrow."
He strained her to his breast. Their lips met again rapturously.
"Oh, my sweet," he said, "has ever man received more angelic answer to
a question that filled his heart with longing throughout many days?"
"Yet you are leaving me, and of your own accord.
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