Profoundly touched, he put out his arms, and making nothing of her slight resistance, gathered her close to him.
'Did you ever read _Sintram_, Beryl ?' 'Yes, years ago.' 'Do you remember his black fits--how they came upon him unexpectedly--and only Verena could help him?
It's like that with me sometimes.

Things I've seen--horrible sufferings and death--come back on me.

I can't get over it--at least not yet.

But I'll never let it come really between us.

And perhaps--some day'-- he hesitated and his voice dropped--'you shall help me--like Verena!' She clung to him, not knowing what he meant, but fascinated by his deep voice, and the warm shelter of his arms.