“I must go,” he said. “I must go to the priest.”
He got up from the sand.
“Come to the tent, Domini.”
She rose to her feet.
“When you come back,” she said, “I shall be waiting for you, Boris.”
He looked at her. There was in his eyes a piercing wistfulness. He opened his lips. At that moment Domini felt that he was on the point of telling her all that she longed to know. But the look faded. The lips closed. He took her in his arms and kissed her almost desperately.
“No, no,” he said. “I’ll keep your love—I’ll keep it.”
“You could never lose it.”
“I might.”
“Never.”