27/33 Even for your sake I may not renounce my vows and my God as I behold Him. Though it break my heart to bid you farewell and live without you, here I pay you back in your own words--I cannot, I cannot, I cannot!" Lysbeth looked at him, and lo! his short, massive form and his square-cut, honest countenance in that ardour of renunciation had suffered a change to things almost divine. At that moment--to her sight at least--this homely Hollander wore the aspect of an angel. She ground her teeth and pressed her hands upon her heart. "For his sake--to save him," she muttered to herself--then she spoke. |