But Leoncia scarcely heard. With a quick movement, leaning back in his arms away from him so that she could look him squarely in the eyes, she demanded:
"How do you love me? Do you love me madly? Do you love me badly madly? Do I mean that to you, and more, and more, and more?"
He could only look his bewilderment.
"Do you? do you?" she urged passionately.
"Of course I do," he made slow answer, "but it would never have entered my head to describe it that way. Why, you're the one woman for me. Bather would I describe it as loving you deeply, and greatly, and enduringly. W 7 hy, you seem so much a part of me that I feel almost as if I had always, known you. It was that way from the first."
"She is an abominable woman!" Leoncia broke forth irrelevantly. "I hated her from the first."
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