Love at the Loom — page 55: what you’re looking at

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Donald Declares His Passion. 51 TI call you Goldie,” he said, his lips ee “why do you not say Donald to me?” “It will not be hard,” she murmured shyly; “y have been calling you so to myself all day.” A cry of fierce joy broke from his lips and his arm Se stole about her rounded waist. He no longer had con- trol of himself. He knew that his heart loved her, and that he could no longer resist its pleading. The future might take care of itself. “Goldie,” he panted, his breath fanning her cheek, “your eyes and your words tell me that you love me. If my eyes tell the truth of my heart they must reveal a consuming passion to you. As for my words— Goldie, I love you with an intensity that makes me for- get everything else.” “Donald!’’ she whispered, turning her ied to look up into his eyes. o For a moment they seemed to grow intoxicated; then their lips met in a rapturous, ecstatic kiss. “Goldie, we never met until this morning—a few hours ago—but the moment my eyes fell upon you I knew you were sent from heaven to be ay mate. Do you-believe in affinities ?” ~“T do now, Donald. I never loved before. I had a strange feeling in my heart this morning ere I saw you. It was as if Heaven were preparing me for your Coming. When I saw you I understood. Mvy heart