“Between your two hands you hold me like a burning rose, my lord.”
“Your sweetness and fire penetrate my soul.”
“We shall burn together then till the sky-carpet be rolled up. Kosh! We shall be one, and on that day I shall not be afraid.”
The sleigh came to a clashing, jingling halt; the train plowed into the depot buried in vast clouds of snowy steam.
But when they had taken the places reserved for them, and the train was moving swifter and more swiftly toward New York, fear suddenly overwhelmed Victor Cleves, and his face grew grey with the menacing tumult of his thoughts.
The girl seemed to comprehend him, too, and her own features became still and serious as she leaned forward in her chair.
“It is in God’s hands, Heart of the World,” she said in a low voice. “We are one, thou and I,—or nearly so. Nothing can harm my soul.”
“No.... But the danger—to your life——”
“I fear no Yezidee.”
“The beast will surely try to kill you. And what can I do? You say my pistol is useless.”