I Believe It's Because of You

Archer reddened to the temples, but dared not move or speak. It was as if her words had been some rare butterfly that the least motion might drive off on startled wings. He felt like retorting, but the appeal in her eyes kept him silent. For i'm of your making much more than you ever were of mine. Her paleness turned to a fugitive flush. I thought you promised you were not to say such things to day. She lowered her voice. The most exquisite pleasures may be paid for exquisite pleasures. It's something to have had them.