“Rosina – Rosina, my darling. Oh my dearest love. Do you think you could love me?”
“Yes,” she said ecstatically. “Oh indeed, yes, I could. I do. I’ve always loved you, but then I became angry with you and I told myself I didn’t love you, but that wasn’t really true. In my heart, you were always there. But then I thought you were courting Miss Holden.”
“And I thought you were trying to ensnare George Blakemore. I was wildly jealous, but what could I say?”
Then came the moment she had dreamed of, the magic moment when his arms closed around her body and he drew her close and kissed her.
The feel of his lips on hers made her feel that she was in heaven. All the troubles and problems seemed to fall away simply because she was in the arms of the man she loved.
“My love, my love,” he murmur
