"No."
"But of yourself...."
She began to tremble violently, and suddenly his arms were round her, her sobs shaking them both.
"My little Janey...."
"Quentin, Quentin ... be merciful ... I'm in your power."
He looked down into her drowning eyes, at the pure outlines of her face, seen palely through the dusk.
"I'm in your power," she repeated vaguely.
"Janey ... Janey," he whispered, "you're in my power ... but I'm in Love's. Love is stronger than either of us—and Love says 'Over the gates!—over the gates!'"