“…Mr. Rokesmith not only passed the window, but came into the counting-house. And not only came into the counting-house, but finding himself alone there with Bella and her father, rushed at Bella and caught her in his arms, with the rapturous words, ‘My dear, dear girl; my gallant, generous, disinterested, courageous, noble girl!’ And not only that even (which one might have thought astonishment enough for one dose), but Bella, after hanging her head for a moment, lifted it up and laid it on his breast, as if that were her head’s chosen and lasting resting-place!
‘I knew you would come to him, and I followed you,’ said Rokesmith. ‘My love, my life! You ARE mine?’
To which Bella responded, ‘Yes I AM yours if you think me worth taking!’ And after that seemed to shrink to next to nothing in the clasp of his arms, partly because it was such a strong one on his part, and partly because there was such a yielding to it on hers.”
-Our Mutual Friend, Charles Dickens
I just love that. Call it sappy, call it sweet – I think it’s beautiful and I just felt like posting it today. (And doesn’t it fit so well with that top right photo? What a gorgeous, stunning shot.)