14/22 She had done all the moving she intended to do, and Max must now act for himself. He ran down the long room to her, crying:-- "Yolanda! Yolanda!" She rose to greet him, and he, taking her in his arms, covered her face with kisses. The unconscious violence of his great strength bruised and hurt her, but she gloried in the pain, and was passive as a babe in his arms. When they were seated and half calm, she clutched one of his great fingers and said:-- "You kept your word, Little Max. |