"Quick! To horse!" cried Farnow. "We must start.
"Farewell, Lucienne."
She ran forward and seized his arm.
"No, no, you must not go; I shall not let you."
He gazed a moment on her tear-stained face, where ardent love and sorrow were mingled.
"You must not go! Do you hear?" she repeated.
Farnow lifted her from the ground, pressed her against his breast and kissed her passionately. By the despairing violence of his kiss, Lucienne realised it was indeed farewell.
He put her from him brusquely, ran to the gate, leapt to the saddle, and galloped away in the direction of Obernai.