We must live, darling." She was right, somehow; there was no power to confute her.

He must come with her, or run back, useless, into the ring of swords and flames.

She and life were in the boat; ashore, a friend cut off beyond reach, an impossible duty, and death.

His eyes, dull and fixed in the smoky lantern-light, rested for an age on the knotted sarong.

It meant nothing; then in a flash, as though for him all light of the eyes had concentrated in a single vision, it meant everything.