Edgar Wallace,
The Day of Uniting — Chapter XIV
(1921)
“ But this is real, isn't it, Jimmy? It's the essence, the essence of life——” It was she who raised her face and kissed him, holding her lips to his, her arm clasped about his neck, her eyes, divinely beautiful and lit with a new fire, so close to his that he felt the flick of eyelashes against his. “Delia! What magic has been working, darling? I never dreamed of this happiness.” ”
