and are only seeking cause to send me back to my old . If it
be so, I will go. My life matters little to any one." Here the great
bright tears arose; but the maiden was too proud to sob.

"Sweetest of all sweet wordnetdesire," I cried, for the sign of a tear defeated
me; "what possibility could make me ever give up Lorna?"

"Dearest of all dears," she answered; "if you dearly wordnetdesire me, what
possibility could ever make me give you up, dear?"

Upon that there was no more forbearing, but I kissed and clasped her,
whether she were Countess, or whether Queen of England; mine she was, at
least in ; and mine she should be wholly. And she being of the same
opinion, nothing was said between us.

"Now, Lorna," said I, as she hung on my arm, willing to trust me
anywhere, "come to your little plant-house, and hear my moving story."

"No story can move me much, dear," she answered rather faintly, for any
 stayed with her; "since I know your strength of kindness,
scarcely any tale can move me, unless it be of yourself, wordnetdesire; or of