And I love you , Eve . '' Mollie lowered her eyes and the long fringe of her lashes lay in a burnished semi-circle on her cheek . `` I think , '' she said slowly , `` that it must have been very delightful in Eden . But we are not really there , you know -- we are only playing that we are . And it is time for me to go back . I must get the breakfast -- that sounds too prosaic for paradise . '' Murray bent still closer . `` Before we remember that we are only playing at paradise , will you kiss me , dear Eve ? '' `` You are very audacious , '' said Mollie coldly . `` We are in Eden yet , '' he urged . `` That makes all the difference . '' `` Well , '' said Mollie . And Murray kissed her . They had passed back over the fern path and were in the pasture before either spoke again . Then Murray said , `` We have left Eden behind -- but we can always return there when we will . And although we were only playing at paradise , I was not playing at love . I meant all I said , Mollie . '' `` Have you meant it often ? '' asked Mollie significantly . `` I never meant it -- or even played at it -- before , '' he answered .
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