I ask from you only that you remain just what you are.

But when the moment of my freedom comes, when my task here is finished and I turn to go, then I must come to you." She rose suddenly to her feet, crossed the floor, and threw open the window.

The breeze swept through the room, flapping the curtains, blowing about loose articles into a strange confusion.

She stood there for several moments, as though in search of some respite from the emotional atmosphere upon which she had turned her back.

When she finally closed the window, her hair was in little strands about her face.