22/30 'The money is mine, honestly my own--now yours. This was an unworthy act that you proposed. But I love your honour, and I swore to myself that I should save it in your teeth. Take this dross from your poor friend who loves you!' 'Madam, madam,' babbled Otto, in the extreme of misery, 'I cannot--I must go.' And he half rose; but she was on the ground before him in an instant, clasping his knees. 'No,' she gasped, 'you shall not go. |