She looks away from him.

And then---- "Oh, _more_ than that!" cries she in a low but passionate tone.
_"Far_ more!" She lays her hand upon her throat, and looks up to heaven.

The moonlight, striking upon her as she so stands, makes her fairness even greater.
"Marian! You mean----" The past rushes in upon him.

He has turned to her.
"No! no! It is nothing," says she, with a little laugh that is full of pain.

She makes a movement that almost repulses him.