"Go! You do not love me!"
He spurred forward so that he could catch the bridle of her horse, then turned and so stopped them both.
"You shall not escape me so!"
She looked at him almost with hatred.
"But, Carla, this is madness!"
"I am mad," murmured she.
"And I am--madly in love with you. But what matter?"
His beautiful white teeth glittered as, putting his arm round her, he laughingly exclaimed: "Will you come with me now?"
"With you? Take me! Take me! I am yours, yours!"
"You foolish darling!"