But Max, by a mighty effort, checked himself, and remained true to his self-imposed renunciation in word and act.

After a little time she drew her hands from his, saying:-- "You are right, Max, to wish to save yourself and me from pain." "I wish to save you, Yolanda.

I want the pain; I hope it will cling to me all my life.

I want to save you from it." "Perhaps you are beginning too late, Max," said the girl, sighing, "but--but after all you are right.

Even as you see our situation it is impossible for us to be more than we are to each other.