“Are we to part to-day, and never again see each other?” he went on. “Say that you love me! Only say that you love me!”
“You despise me for coming to you like this.”
“Despise you?”
In a sudden rapture he folded his arms about her.
“Say that you love me!”
He kissed away the last syllable of her whispered reply.
“Monica!—what is there before us? How can I leave you?”
Yielding herself for the moment in a faintness that threatened to subdue her, she was yet able, when his caresses grew wild with passion, to put back his arms and move suddenly away. He sprang up, and they stood speechless. Again he drew near.
“Take me away with you!” Monica then cried, clasping her hands together. “I can’t live with him. Let me go with you to France.”
Bevis’s blue eyes widened with consternation.