I want to look at you." She was leaning out from her chair.

It was true, indeed, that at that moment some sort of fear had drained all the beauty from her face, though her eyes shone still like fierce stars.
"You have gone, Arnold," she moaned.

"You have slipped away.

You are lost to me." "You foolish person!" he exclaimed, stepping towards her.

"Never in my life! Never!" She laid her hand upon the stick which leaned against her chair.
"Not yet," she implored.