Will be deep as the ocean. . . .
Permitting her head to fall against his shoulder, she silently enjoyed the ecstasy of this position for a time before she suggested, It's growing dark, dear. I think we'd better start home.
I thought we were going to make this our home, he protested.
Well, I will if you want to, but I thought maybe you'd like some of Ollie's biscuits.
Tempter! You coax me with hot bread!
You're easily coaxed.
One more kiss!
No, you've had enough. Rising quickly, she dashed away from the bench, crying over her shoulder, Catch me then!
He captured her easily and claimed his reward.
They walked on rapidly, hand in hand, their faces radiant with happiness. Presently their way lay parallel with the bridle-path. On horses, a man and woman were slowly approaching. A brilliant arclamp overhead illuminated the faces. Mary regarded the woman who, in a severely cut, black riding-habit, sat astride her mount. The face was beautiful, but cold and haughty, tortured, too, Mary thought.
Suddenly her voice cut the silence, clear and chill. Every syllable could be distinctly heard.
