“I was on the way to sin against you. What am I but an outcast? What can I give you?”
“What do I ask of life?”
“It is I who must ask for you, think for you, face God for you.”
She caught his hands.
“Martin, look into my eyes.”
He obeyed her.
“Tell me, what do you see in them?”
His face shone with a strange light.
“I see—something—something that is too good and great for me, a sacred thing that I must not touch.”
She drew her breath deeply.