He held her hand affectionately in his, and often drew her toward him, that he might kiss her cheek.
As she leaned over him, he smiled faintly, and imprinted a kiss upon her lips.
Her full lips were parted before him, but he did not kiss them.
He came up to her, more gently now, and took up her hand to kiss it.
Kiss me, my brother, and let my tears run only from my pride ...