She was still silent.
“Do you not dare to save me from His wrath?”
“No, I do not dare,” she said quietly.
“You believers are terrible!” he said.
He felt that she threw him aside. It froze him, and took away his courage, that she did not make a single attempt to persuade him to stay. He turned the key forward and back without being able to open the door, paralyzed by her standing there pale and cold behind him.
Then he suddenly felt her arms about his neck and her lips seeking his.
At the same moment the door flew open and he rushed away. He would not have her kisses, which only consecrated him to death. She was as terrible as a spectre to him with her ancient faith. He rushed away like a fugitive.