Yet here--by some miracle--it is, in our hands.

And the treaty is gone." "The treaty is gone," I repeated, miserably.
It was Maxine herself who had spoken the words which I merely echoed, yet it almost killed her to hear them from me.

No doubt it gave the dreadful fact a kind of inevitability.

She flung herself down on the sofa with a groan, her face buried in her hands.
"My God, what a punishment!" she stammered.

"I've ruined the man I risked everything to save.