I was mad to come here....

How close and hot it is! What is that new odour--so fresh and sweet--" "China-berry in bloom--" "Is it ?" "I'm not sure; once I thought it was--you; the fragrance of your hair and breath--Calypso." "When did you think that ?" "Our first night together." She said: "I think this is our last." He stood for a while, motionless; slowly raised his head and looked straight into her eyes; took her in his arms; holding her loosely.
White of cheek and lip, rigid, her eyes met his in breathless suspense.
Fear widened them; her hands tightened on his wrists behind her.
"Will you love me ?" "No!" she gasped.
"Is there no chance ?" "No!" Her heart was running riot; every pulse in rebellion.

A cloud possessed her senses, through which her eyes fought desperately for sight.
"Give me a memory--to carry through the years," he said unsteadily.
"No." "Not one ?" "No!" "To help us endure ?" Suddenly she turned in his arms, covering her eyes with both hands.
"Take--what--you wish--" she panted.
He touched one slim rigid finger after another, but they clung fast to the pallid face.

Time and space reeled through silence.

Then slowly, lids still sealed with desperate white hands, her head sank backward.
Untaught, her lips yielded coldly; but the body, stunned, swayed toward him as he released her; and, his arm supporting her, they turned blindly toward the path.