Сестра Керри

Chapter XIII. His Credentials Accepted: A Babel Of Tongues

           

           Heslippedhisarmaboutherwaist,andshecouldnotfindthehearttodrawaway.Withhisfreehandheseizeduponherfingers.Abreathofsoftspringwindwentboundingovertheroad,rollingsomebrowntwigsofthepreviousautumnbeforeit.Thehorsepacedleisurelyon,unguided.

           “Tellme,”hesaid,softly,“thatyouloveme.”

           Hereyesfellconsciously.

           “Owntoit,dear,”hesaid,feelingly;“youdo,don’tyou?”

           Shemadenoanswer,buthefelthisvictory.

           “Tellme,”hesaid,richly,drawinghersoclosethattheirlipswereneartogether.Hepressedherhandwarmly,andthenreleasedittotouchhercheek.

           “Youdo?”hesaid,pressinghislipstoherown.

           Foranswer,herlipsreplied.

           “Now,”hesaid,joyously,hisfineeyesablaze,“you’remyowngirl,aren’tyou?”

           Bywayoffurtherconclusion,herheadlaysoftlyuponhisshoulder.

           

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