Anne, listen! I will never be a savage to you again.

I swear it on my honour, on my faith in you, and on the love I have for you.

What more can I do ?" Still she could not answer him, but her tears were ceasing.

Yielding to the pressure of his hand, she had drawn nearer to him.

But she did not raise her head.
After a long, quivering silence she spoke.
"Piet, I--I want you to--forgive me; not just for this, but for--a thousand things.