"Is it--so hard ?" She lifted her face swiftly; her arms clasped his neck.

"And if--if I do,--will you let me go ?" she asked him tremulously.
The smile still hovered about his lips.

"No," he said.
"It is madness," she pleaded desperately.
"It is--Kismet," he made answer, and took her face between his hands looking deeply, steadily, into her eyes.

"Your life is bound up with mine.

You know it.