And I heard, and then I held out my arms to you alone in the dark room--like this--and cried: 'Paul, Paul!"' Woman conquered.

Madness surged through him and he flung his arms about her and they kissed long and passionately.
"Whether you do me the honour of marrying me or not," she said a while later' flushed and triumphant, "our lives are joined together." And Paul, still shaken by the intoxication of her lips and hair and clinging pressure of her body, looked at her intensely with the eyes of a man's longing.

But he said: "Nothing can alter what I said a few minutes ago--not all the passion and love in the world.

You and I are not of the stuff, thank God, to cut ourselves adrift and bury ourselves in some romantic island and give up our lives to a dream.

We're young.
We're strong.