He was remembering too vividly the youth and freshness of her lips.

Nothing had ever felt so young as her lips.

He drew her very tenderly close and their lips met like starved hearts.

She lent him her lips again for the faint brush of a kiss.

He kissed her because it came about quite naturally; he found sweetness sleeping still upon her lips, and felt that he had never been away.

Was it the infinite sadness of her eyes that drew him or the mirror of himself that he found in the gorgeous clarity of her mind?