The things we do!

Why, look at us two together--what could stop us?
Always I've lacked something: I did not know what. Now I know.
Give me my chance. Let me try again!"
In this strange, strained position, she caught, in spite of
herself, some sort of genuine note underneath the frankness of his
ungovernable passion. For once, she was in a situation where she
could neither fathom motives nor arrange remedies. She stood in
sheer terror, half fascinated in spite of all.
They both were silent for a while, but at length she resumed, not
so ungently: "Then let there be this contract between us, sir.
Neither of us shall make any further scene. We'll temporize, since
we can do no better. I gave parole once. I'll not give it again,
but I'll go a little farther on westward, until I decide what to
do."
Impulsively he held out his hand to her, his mouth twitching with
emotion, some sort of strange impulse shining in his eyes,
"Be my enemy, even," he said, "only, do not leave me. I'll not let
you go.


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