"Our first night together."
She said: "I think this is our last."
He stood for a while, motionless; slowly raised his head and looked straight into her eyes; took her in his arms; holding her loosely.
White of cheek and lip, rigid, her eyes met his in breathless suspense. Fear widened them; her hands tightened on his wrists behind her.
"Will you love me?"
"No!" she gasped.
"Is there no chance?"
"No!"
Her heart was running riot; every pulse in rebellion. A cloud possessed her senses, through which her eyes fought desperately for sight.
"Give me a memory—to carry through the years," he said unsteadily.