your own lips. Tell it, my love, my husband! -- tell it me now!"
She looked up, still clinging to him as she clung to the hope of
her better life to come.
"Tell me the truth!" she repeated.
"With my own lips?"
"Yes!" she answered, eagerly. "Say what you think of me with your
own lips."
He stooped and kissed her.
End of The Project Gutenberg Etext of No Name, by Wilkie Collins