I am worse than desperate, worse than mad with my love." She sank back again and hid her face for a moment.

He, on his part, began to see the terrible reality and strength of her passion, and silently wondered what the end would be.

He, too, was human, and pity for her began at last to touch his heart.
"You shall not die, if I can save you," he said again.
She sprang to her feet very suddenly and stood before him.
"You pity me!" she cried.

"What lie is that which says that there is a kinship between pity and love?
Think well--beware--be warned.

I have told you much, but you do not know me yet.