She, too, out of the wreck, was all that he had left.

His clasp tightened, and he murmured soothing words.
"Oh, my dear, I am so tired," she said, giving herself up, for her part also, to the foolish solace of his arms.

"I wish I could stay here always, Paul." He whispered: "Why not ?" Indeed, why not?
Instinct spoke.

His people were her people and her people his.

And she had proved herself a brave, true woman.