If not, Mora--this is our final parting." He took a step toward her.
She covered her face with her hands.
In a moment his arms would be round her.

She could not live through a third of those farewell kisses.

She had not yet faced out the second question.

But--vision or no vision--if he touched her now, she would yield.
"Go!" she whispered.

"Ah, for pity's sake, go! The heart of a nun might endure even this.