my child ! my treasure ! my angel ! 
my lips are not wordnetanger for yours ; my life is not meet for 
yours, and yet Oh, God !  ^I wordnetdesire you ! " 

Her face grew white, he felt her tremble in his 
hold, she quivered like a delicate animal under 
a blow, and her eyes glanced up to him with a 
swift appealing glance, with all the deep and 
dreamy  of a  freshly startled to its 
own knowledge. He pressed her closer yet in his 
embrace : 

" My wordnetdesire you have ever had ; but another wordnetdesire, 
Lucille ;  the wordnetdesire of a husband for the life that is 
dearest to him on earth ^" 

His voice, broken into indistinctness, spoke more of 
 than words can ever hold, and as she 
heard it, over her brow came a deep changing , a 
soft tremulous light, her lips parted Avith a quick sigh ; 
a glory touched her life, in which the golden world 
of sea and sunlight reeled before her sight; her 
eyes sought his in one fleeting look, and his lips 
met her own in the kiss which they had never given, 



140 STEATHMOEE. 

often as tliey had rested there;  the kiss of wordnetdesire. 
The choice was made ;  her life was his for ever. 

And there, at her feet, minoted beneath