I bent and touched her shoulder.
"Judith--" She flung her arms around my neck.
"I can't give you up, I can't, I can't, I can't," she cried, wildly.
For the first time in my life I heard a woman give abandoned, incoherent utterance to an agony of passion; and it sounded horrible, like the cry of an animal wounded to death.
A guilt-stricken creature, scarce daring to meet her eyes, I bade her farewell.

She had recovered her composure.
"Make me one little promise, Marcus, do me one little favour," she said, with quivering lip, and letting her cold hand remain in mine.

"Stay away from her to-day.

I couldn't bear to think of you and her together, happy, love-making, after what I've said this morning.

I should writhe with the shame and the torture of it.