"I'm losing my head now, which isn't like me!" He choked and stood up; she could not move; every nerve in her had become tense with emotions so bewildering that mind and body remained fettered.
He was walking to and fro, silent and white under his self-control.
She, seated, gazed at him as though stunned, but every pulse was riotously unsteady.
"I suppose you think me crazy," he said hoarsely, "but I've not known a moment's peace of mind since that night--not one! I _couldn't_ keep away any longer.

I can't even hold my tongue now, though I suppose it's ruining me every time I move it.

It's a crazy thing to come here and say what I'm saying." He went over and sat down again, and bent his dark gaze on the floor.

Then: "Can you forgive what I have done to you ?" She tried to answer, and only made a sign of faint assent.

She no longer comprehended herself or the emotions menacing her.