THE LUCK OF THE IRISH
and of you until the end of time. And you thought I was going to let you go! You put me on a pedestal, and you've seen what poor stuff it was made of. But I didn't put you on a pedestal. When my eyes opened you were already on one, all gold. Will you help me climb up there with you? That is, if you want me?"
"Want you?" He dared not touch her yet.
"Ye-ah!" She laughed and tugged at his hand again. "Do you remember the day of the typhoon? You called me a little fool. I wasn't. I was a great and glorious fool. Will you ever forget the feel of the wind and water in your hair? … You held me pretty tight that day. Suppose you do it again and kiss me, being as I am your true wife? And do it before the nurse comes and sends me back to bed!"
