His hand shaded his eyes, but she knew that he was watching her.
"Do you understand ?" she asked him doubtfully.
"No," he said.
"Don't you--don't you know what I want you to do ?" she said, rather Breathlessly.
"No," he said again.
"Must I--tell you ?" she asked, with a gasp.
"I think you must," he said, in his grave way.
She lifted her head abruptly.

Her eyes were very big and shining.

She stretched her hands out to him with a little, quivering laugh.
"I hate you for making me say it!" she declared, with a vehemence half passionate, half whimsical.

"Piet, I--I want you--to--to--take me in your arms again, and--and--kiss me--as you did--that night." The last words were uttered from his breast, though she never knew how she came to be there.

It was as though a whirlwind had caught her away from the earth into a sunlit paradise that was all her own--a paradise in which fear had no place.