desire, the most intense, the most passionate, the most wilful I had ever known was ungratified. Do you know the one thing I asked when the past and present and future flashed before me in a moment?"
She paused, caught her breath, and gave him a look of passionate intensity.
"I only asked for one hour face to face with a great masterful man I know, that I might say the unsaid things, dare, and live the utmost reach of my heart's desire."
Her voice wavered and hesitated. Then, with calm, laughing audacity, she said in sweet, sensuous tones:
"I love you, and you love me—loved me from the first moment you looked into my eyes! Is it not so?"
Overman rose awkwardly, pale as death, his great breast heaving with emotion, and looked again helplessly toward the door.
Kate leaped forward with a laugh, seized his hand, and felt it tremble in her grasp.
"Is it not so?" she repeated, beneath her breath.
He looked down into her shining eyes, sighed, and suddenly swept her to his heart. Her arms circled his massive neck and their lips met.
"Kiss me again," she whispered. "Again! Crush me—kill me if you like! I could die in your arms! Tell me that you love me!"
"I've loved you always," he said slowly. "But why did you do this thing? Frank is my best
