Alfred Henry Lewis,
Peggy O'Neal
“ Peg began to weep, and I could hear the sharp catching of her sobs. Suddenly the moan came sighing up to me: “Oh, if there were no such word as right or justice or duty, but only love—just love!” Then with a quick backward twist of her form that was like an impulse, and as replete of a swift grace as any suppleness of that long ago leopard whereof she would so often make me think, Peg turned herself in my arms, and with her own encircling my neck lay crying on my bosom. ”
