For a long while he could say nothing, not so much because he was afraid of desecrating the loftiness of his emotion by a word, as that every time he tried to say something, instead of words he felt that tears of happiness were welling up.
He took her hand and kissed it.
"Can it be true?" he said at last in a choked voice.
Things I want to do before I die.
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