He felt the flutter of her lips, while she whispered in his ear strange, breathless entreaties, a broken murmur of endearments, unheard-of, which tempted him more than the wide, alluring darkness of the river.
He lowered her slowly; and leaning against the gunwale, she still clung to his hands.
"Aboard! Quickly!" snapped their leader, from the dusk behind the lantern.
Obeying by impulse, Rudolph moved nearer the gunwale.

The slippery edge, polished by bare feet through many years, seemed the one bit of reality in this dream, except the warmth of her hands.
"To the nunnery ?" he asked, trying dully to rouse from a fascination.
"No, no," she wailed.

"Down--away--safe." "No, back to them," he answered stupidly.

"They are all there.

Your--he is there.