2/36 But I must give a little to him." "To him!" Count Hannibal muttered, his face extraordinarily, pale. "Who was my lover!" she cried, her voice a-thrill. "Who will ever be my lover, though I have denied him, though I have left him to die! It was just. He who has so tried me knows it was just! He whom I have sacrificed--he knows it too, now! But it is hard to be--just," with a quavering smile. "You who take all may give him a little, may pardon me a little, may have--patience!" Count Hannibal uttered a strangled cry, between a moan and a roar. |