I will go away to-morrow." Under hard trial, she had preserved her self-control.

She had resisted him; she had resisted herself.

His sudden submission disarmed her in an instant.

With a low cry of love and fear she threw her arms round his neck, and laid her burning cheek against his face.

"I can't help it," she whispered; "oh, Ovid, don't despise me!" His arms closed round her; his lips were pressed to hers.