my regard plunged to the very depths of her.
“You do love me then,” I said, taking her hand in mine.
Her face paled, and she caught her breath.
“Will you not wait — a little while — before you court me?” she faltered. “Will you not wait because I ask it of you?”
“Yes, I will wait.”
“Nor speak of love — until — — ”
“Nor speak of love until you bid me speak.”
“Nor — caress me — nor touch me — nor look in my eyes — this way — — “ Her hand had melted somehow