'I read your letter a hundred times,' he said as he pulled it from his pocket, 'for its romantic quality.' 'Thanks for your compliment,' she sank into him coyly, 'for my maiden effort.' 'Why don't you read it for me?' he gave her the letter. 'Why do you want to embarrass me?' she said gazing at it lovingly. 'Why not try,' he coaxed her. 'Having seen your love in the print of your hand, now I want to savor it in the tenor of your tone.' She smiled with satisfaction, but read with inhibition. "Raja dear, Believe me, for more