“I wanted you always. You know it—you know it. I thought the longing would wear away with time; my mother said it would. I believed her; but she lied to me, lied! It was always there, getting more and more unbearable.”
Martin closed her lips with a long kiss. This wonderful tempting, seductive creature; he would never let her go.
“I wanted you to marry Maud to save myself. When I saw you with her tonight, the pain was unbearable. I couldn’t go on—I couldn’t.” Then she drew away from him, and went over to the fire, her hands clasped together, her face convulsed; the red light enveloped her.
He came to her. She put out her hand to keep him back.
“Now it’s over.”
“Over?” How little she knew him.
“This is the end.”
“No, it is only the beginning. You were mine; I never forgot, never. They stole you from me; nothing can part us now. Nothing!”
She was in his arms again.
“It had to come, or I should have lost my reason; it’s over now. Go, before he comes back.”