"
"Why?" asked Mae, in a low voice.
"Because I have found you," he answered earnestly, and before she knew
it Mae was lifted in the strong, manly arms, her pink cheek close to
Norman's brown one, and his lips on hers. She leaned her face against
his and clung tightly to him,
"O, Mr. Norman Mann," she said, "do you really want me as much--as I do
you?"
And Norman, still holding her tightly, bent his hand, with hers clasped
in it, to the sand, and after the Mae Madden, he wrote another name, so
that it read:
MAE MADDEN MANN.
Then he said a great many, many things, all beginning with that
electric, wonderful little possessive pronoun "my," of which he had
discoursed formerly, and he held her close all the while, and they
missed the next train for Naples.
The gay peasant costume fell about the girl's round lithe form like the
luxuriant skin of some richly marked animal; but out of her eyes looked
a woman's tender, loving, earnest soul. Norman Mann had saved her.
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