After a while, he took the oars, and she reclined beside him, her eyes half-closed, and trembling every time that his hand in rowing moved close to her bosom. As the boat with a grating sound touched the shore, Sina opened her eyes. She saw fields, and water, and white mist, and the moon like a pale phantom ready to flee at dawn. It was now daybreak and a cool breeze was blowing.
“Shall I go with you?” asked Sanine gently.
“No. I’d rather go alone,” she replied.
Sanine lifted her out of the boat. It was a joy to him to do this, for he felt that he loved her, and was grateful to her. As he put her down on the shore after embracing her fondly, she stumbled.
“Oh! you beauty!” exclaimed Sanine, in a voice full of passion and tenderness and pity.
She smiled in unconscious pride. Sanine took hold of her hands, and drew her to him.
“Kiss me!”
“It doesn’t matter; nothing matters now,” she thought, as she gave him a long, passionate kiss on his lips.
“Good-bye,” she murmured, scarcely knowing what she said.
“Don’t be angry with me, darling,” pleaded Sanine.