"Thank God for that. We must find a way out——"
But she shook her head.
"No. There's no way out—I'm sure of that—for me—and you. It's wrong—all wrong——"
But she did not refuse him her lips now and he held her close in his arms.
"Moira," he whispered. "It was meant to be."
"It's wrong—all wrong," she repeated. And then with a sigh, "Its very sweetness—is—terrible——"
He touched her brow tenderly with his lips and then gently released her.
"Do you want me to go?"
But her fingers still held him.
"No—no—not yet—not just yet, Jim. This is our moment—yours and mine. And I've been wanting you so——"