“No one can take me.”
“I would kill him first, Maria, then myself.”
“Marco, Marco, I adore you!”
For a moment his encircling arms loosened, as he thought for an instant. A powerful exaltation, proceeding from a powerful instinct, was compelling him. And she was intoxicated with joy of him.
“Maria, will you do as I wish?”
“Yes, like a slave.”
“Good; let us go away together.”
“Let us go.”
“To-morrow?”
“No, this evening.”