"I will save him--I will obey you--I will be kind to him--he will die in your arms if you do not let me help you--oh! for the love of Heaven, wait one moment! Only one moment!" She so thrust herself in the Wanderer's path, hanging upon him and trying to tear Kafka from his arms, that he was forced to stand still and face her.
"Let me pass!" he exclaimed, making another effort to advance.

But she clung to him and he could not move.
"No,--I will not let you go," she murmured.

"You can do nothing without me, you will only kill him, as I would have done a moment ago--" "And as you will do now," he said sternly, "if I let you have your way." "By all that is Holy in Heaven, I will save him--he shall not even remember--" "Do not swear.

I shall not believe you." "You will believe when you see--you will forgive me--you will understand." Without answering he exerted his strength and clasping the insensible man more firmly in his arms he made one or two steps forward.

Unorna's foot slipped on the frozen ground and she would have fallen to the earth, but she clung to him with desperate energy.