The swords flashed, cleaving the dividing line afresh before her eyes.
Slowly she leaned away from his breast, her face suddenly drawn and tortured.
"Peter, I must go back--" "Back?
To Trenby ?" Then, savagely: "You can't.

I want you!" He stooped his head and she felt his mouth on hers.
A glimmer of pale firelight searched out the two tense faces; the shadowy room seemed listening, waiting--waiting-- "I want you!" he reiterated hoarsely.

"I can't live without you any longer.

Nan.

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