Out of the Past — page 116: what you’re looking at

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Out of the Past. 113 When she spoke again her voice was stronger and vi- brated with some new emotion. “See how beautiful the night is—how full the air seems with love. Did you see the shadow of the ivy on that tree? That is the way I would love—if you would let me—I would keep the storms from you, and you need only spread your shade between me and the world and love me—if you would—a very little. Did you hear the stroke of the bell of the chapel of St. Cloud on the hill? It must be twelve—-night dying in the arms of morning. Oh, Robert—love me!” She slipped softly to the floor, nestling her head on his knee. He caught her up in- stantly and she buried her face in his neck. The bells of St. Cloud were ringing. “A kiss for each stroke of the dying night,” she whis- pered. With the second touch of her warm lips a memory stirred in the depths of his past. He saw a bed, shifting shadows, candle light on a dead face and white-shrouded figure. He felt the breath of suffocating heat, and knew two fisures standing in the shadows. So intense was the vision that he scarcely felt Saline in his arms until she gave him the last passionate kiss which awoke and stormed all his senses, GOmicsooks (SO)