He could hear her words telling him that she loved him and could feel her soft lips pressed in passion to his own.
"My God! I can't bear it," he cried at last, once more clenching his hands.
* * * * * And so it went on through days and nights of anguish, the aspects of the case repeating themselves in endless persistence, until with all his will and his strong health and love of sport and vigorous work, the agony of desire for Sabine grew into an obsession.
Whatever sins he had committed in his life, indeed his punishment had come.
Sabine, for her part, found the days not worth living.

Nothing in life or nature stays at a standstill; if stagnation sets in, then death comes--and so it was that her emotions for Michael did not remain the same, but grew and augmented more and more as the certainty that they were parted for ever forced itself upon her brain.
They had not been back in London a day when Mr.Parsons announced to her that at last all was going well.

Mr.Arranstoun had put the matter in train and soon she would be free.

And, shrewd American that he was, he wondered why she should get so pale.

The news did not appear to be such a very great pleasure to her after all! Her greatest concern seemed to be that he should arrange that there should be no notice of anything in the papers.
"I particularly do not wish Lord Fordyce ever to know that my name was Arranstoun," she said.