As he loves me, of his own free will, and to his own destruction--as I should have loved him, had it been so fated." "So you are a fatalist, Unorna," observed her companion, still stroking and twisting his beard.

"It is strange that we should differ upon so many fundamental questions, you and I, and yet be such good friends.

Is it not ?" "The strangest thing of all is that I should submit to your exasperating ways as I do." "It does not strike me that it is I who am quarrelling this time," said Keyork.
"I confess, I would almost prefer that to your imperturbable coolness.
What is this new phase?
You used not to be like this.

You are planning some wickedness.

I am sure of it." "And that is all the credit I get for keeping my temper! Did I not say a while ago that I would never quarrel with you again ?" "You said so, but--" "But you did not expect me to keep my word," said Keyork, slipping from his seat on the table with considerable agility and suddenly standing close before her.