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 we, we are the children of an older day, or a day that is not yet born. Frankly I glory in your beauty asyouin mine. You are so strong, my Perseus; you could kill me with one of those big hands of yours, and yet your touch thrills me most exquisitely.”

“You are exquisite,” he said, burying his face in her neck. She laughed lightly as she played with his hair. |

“TI think we are both mad, yet what a delicious madness! I would not change it for all the cold calculating sanity of the world.”

“Nor I,” he whispered as he kissed her dainty ear. “TI love you, Andromeda.”

She flung her arms around his neck and pressed his face close in against her breast.

“Can you hear my heart beating?” she asked.

‘Almost it seemed to him that it beat articulately, like the faint low mystic music that one hears in a dream.

“Every beat is for you,” she murmured, “every nerve, every pulse throbs only in the exquisite Joy that you create. When I close my eyes I seem to float away into a world of sweet sounds and pleasant, indistinct images. I am taken up and carried through the air,