The Craze of Christina — page 224: what you’re looking at

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220 The Craze of Christina. high up in the cathedral tower the great clock chimed forth the hour, and distant echoes from the quiet world below flung back faint musical reverberations through the moonlit air. It was a veritable lovers’ hour. | For some moments our lovers were speech- less—the beauty of the world about them held them with a happy silence. Then with a little sigh Chris, who was leaning upon Olifford’s arm, pressed more closely to his side, so that a subtle tremor of heavenly delight stole through every pulse of his being. ‘‘Ah, Mark! but for you how happy we might both be! and how soon we might be happy!’’ she whispered with a sigh. ‘““Oh, my love, why do you tempt me?”’ he asked, and in the tender modulation of his voice she read his possible surrender. ‘“‘Because—shall I tell you why?—well, be- cause I believe in your love, Mark. I believe that it is a real and living love, only that worldly considerations are stifling it and chok- ing it. Iam the sort of woman, my dear, that must have all or nothing! I cannot be content with half measures. If you love me (as I be- lieve you do), then you will make this sacrifice forme. You will give up everything on earth ‘rather than lose me,”’ CONNIE KOKO KS,