He'll have you--always." His arms closed jealously round her.
"Yes--always," she repeated.

With a sudden choked cry she clung to him despairingly.
"Peter, sometimes I feel I can't bear it! Oh, why were we _allowed_ to care like this ?" "God knows!" he muttered.
He released his hold of her abruptly and began pacing up and down--savagely, like some caged beast.

Nan stood staring out over the moon-washed sea with eyes that saw nothing.

The five minutes they had snatched together from the rest of life were slipping by--each one a moment of bitter and intolerable anguish.
Presently Peter swung round and came to her side.

But he did not touch her.