The stones are loose and mischievous; the path is ridiculously near the
edge of things. If one should--now do not get nervous, but if you should
go over, just clutch the bushes, the sturdy little clumps, and nothing
can really happen."
"I never get nervous in high places. Being used to dead levels, I have
the courage of the ignorant. Doesn't the air make one----"
"Heady?"
"Yes. I suppose that is it. Heady and--light-hearted."
Travers had his eyes fixed on the form ahead in its dark blue mountain
skirt and corduroy waist.
"I wish you would take off your hat," he said.
Priscilla obeyed.
"Thank you! Will you let me--love you?"
He noticed a tremor run the length of her body.
"Is--that in my giving?" Priscilla meant to play just a little longer,
only a little, and then she must make him see that because this sudden
and great thing had come to them both, they must prove themselves worthy
of it by unselfish recognition of deep truths.
"No. But I would like to have you say--yes! I meant all I said last
evening; you said nothing. I mean to have you, because I love you;
because I know you love me, and because nothing else matters.
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