"Because what's been has been. Done. I've been through frightful things. They're on me still. They always will be on me. But from everything that belongs to them I want to get right away. And I'm going to."
"What are you going to do?"
"I don't know. Only get right away."
She got up. "Very well. I understand." She turned away. "It grieves me, Marko. But I understand. I've always understood you." She turned again and came close to him. "That's what you're going to do. Do you know what I'm going to do?"
He shook his head. He was breathing deeply.
"I'm going to do what I ought to have done the minute I came into the room. I hadn't quite the courage. This."
She suddenly stooped over him. She encircled him with her arms and slightly raised him to her. She put her lips to his and kissed him and held him so.
"You are never going to leave me, Marko. Never, never, never, till death."
He cried, "Beloved, Beloved," and clung to her. "Beloved, Beloved!" and clung to her....