I put my arm round her, and took her hands in mine.

'Giulia, I love you!'

She bent over to me, and put forward her face; and then--then I took her

in my arms and covered her mouth with kisses. Oh God! I was mad, I had

never tasted such happiness before. Her beautiful mouth, it was so soft,

so small, I gasped in the agony of my happiness. If I could only have

died then!

Giulia! Giulia!

* * * * *

The cock crew, and the night seemed to fade away into greyness. The

first light of dawn broke through the windows, and I pressed my love to

my heart in one last kiss.

'Not yet,' she said; 'I love you.'

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