"I cannot help it any more than I could in dreams--any more than I could when we met in the sea and the fog....

Should I lie to myself and you?
I know I can never have you for mine; I know--I know.

But if you will be near me when you can--if you will only be near--sometimes--" She pressed both his hands close between hers.
"Dear--can you give up your freedom for a girl you cannot have ?" "I did so long since." She bent and laid her lips on his hands, gravely.
"I must say something--that disturbs me a little.

May I?
Then, there are perils--warnings--veiled hints....

They mean nothing definite to me....
Should I be wiser ?...