1 "Kiss me, Mother," said the girl.
2 His kiss burned again upon her mouth.
3 He went towards her, and stooping down, he kissed her.
4 Then she flung herself on her knees and kissed my hands.
5 Sybil rushed to her, flung her arms round her neck, and kissed her.
6 I think I should never have known it if you had not kissed me--if we had not kissed each other.
7 "You might keep some of your kisses for me, Sibyl, I think," said the lad with a good-natured grumble.
8 Once, in boyish mockery of Narcissus, he had kissed, or feigned to kiss, those painted lips that now smiled so cruelly at him.
9 Once, in boyish mockery of Narcissus, he had kissed, or feigned to kiss, those painted lips that now smiled so cruelly at him.
10 Yet, when her arms were flung round his neck, and her fingers strayed through his hair, he softened and kissed her with real affection.