"Nonsense!" she uttered feebly. "We can't hold on here for ten minutes! We can't, simply."
"I wish we could hold on for ever," he jerked out, his voice sunk to a note that made her quail.
The force in his hands seemed to be communicating itself to her. She was dominated, absorbed, had forgotten everything but him. He never spoke, but she became aware that he wished her to look at him. She tore away her gaze from the sight of their gripped hands, raised her head, searched his face with pleading eyes.
Their looks met and mingled.
A dull beat was hammering through her senses. Was it his heart or hers, or the pulse of Time itself?
Their faces drew nearer, nearer to each other.
Something was going to happen—something that should explain all life and blaze the answer to every secret ... that was the thought she had as their lips met.
Was it he who bent to her, or was the impulse that drew them mutual?
The blinding sweetness of that kiss was unmarred by any thought of treachery. The world and Lance with it, had simply gone out in the ecstasy of the light that flooded her.
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