UNDER THE PLUM TREES
he didn't learn it of me. She notices then, all right, and looks down, as if it was the first time she ever knew that she and Jon lived in the same world. She actually didn't know what had happened. But she kept getting her thoughts together, and Jon kept the hand—and kissed it some more. Then she begun to wake up. She looked at Jon several times, then down at the hand he had, several times more, then she says, soft and surprised, passing the other hand over her eyes:
"Why, Jon!"
"Let me kiss your soul!" says Jon.
"And—and, I never saw you look at me quite like that!"
"Let me look at your heart!" begs Jon.
"But what does it mean, Jon?"
"Love!" says Jon. "Holy adoration! The greatest love any man in all the world ever had for any woman!"
And he looked up at her, in the light of the moon, in the most beautiful and beseeching way I ever saw.
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