"I'm poor; I haven't a thing I can call my own, so
I'm not sure I have any right to take you away from all this." He
turned a hostile eye upon their surroundings. "Most people would
say that I've simply wasted my life. Perhaps I have--that depends
upon the way you look at it and upon what you consider worth
while--anyhow, all I can offer you is love--" He broke off
momentarily as if his breath had suddenly failed him. "Greater
love, it seems to me, than any woman ever had."
"Money means so little, and it's so easy to be happy without it,"
Alaire told him. "But I'm not altogether poor. Of course,
everything here is Ed's, but I have enough. All my life I've had
everything except the very thing you offer--and how I've longed
for that! How I've envied other people! Do you think I'll be
allowed, somehow, to have it?"
"Yes! I've something to say about that. You gave me the right when
you gave me that kiss."
Alaire shook her head. "I'm not sure. It seems easy now, while you
are here, but how will it seem later? I'm in no condition at this
minute to reason. Perhaps, as you say, it is all a dream; perhaps
this feeling I have is just a passing frenzy.
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