I'd give anything to show you
how I--but no. I was good before, when I was tempted to kiss you. You're
at my mercy now, in a way, all the more because I'm taking you from your
old existence to one you don't know.
"I sha'n't ask to kiss you--except maybe your little hand if you don't
mind--until the moment you're my wife. Meantime, I'll try to grow a bit
more like what your lover ought to be; and later I shall kiss you enough
to make up for lost time."
If, five hours ago, any one had told Annesley Grayle that she would wish
to have a strange man take her in his arms and kiss her she would have
felt insulted. Yet so it was. She was sorry that he was so scrupulous.
She longed to have him hold her against his heart.
The thought thrilled her like an electric shock a thousand times more
powerful than the tingling which had flashed up her arm at the first
touch of his hand, though even that had seemed terrifying then. But she
sat still in her corner of the taxi, and gave him no answer, lest she
should betray herself.
Her silence, after the warmth of his words, seemed cold. Perhaps he felt
it so, for he went on after an instant's pause, as if he had waited for
something in vain, and his tone was changed.
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