The promontory fell perpendicularly down to the black and deserted rocks, around which the water scarcely moved, splashing feebly, rocking in its slow undulations the reflections of the stars.
"George! George!"
"Have no fear!" he said in a hoarse voice. "Come nearer! Come! Come and see the fishermen, fishing by torchlight among the rocks."
"No, no! I am afraid of vertigo."
"Come! I will hold you."
"No, no."
She seemed frozen by the unusual tone in George's voice, and a vague fright commenced to invade her.
"Come!"
And he approached her, his hands extended. Suddenly he seized her wrists, dragged her several steps; then he seized her in his arms, made a bound, and attempted to force her towards the abyss.
"No! no! no!"