I knew very well that, if once I gave way to them, flight alone could save me.

For the love of her was in my nerves, in every beat of my pulse, a wild and beautiful dream, against which I was fighting always a hopeless battle.
Far away, coming towards me along the sands, I saw her.

I stopped short.

For a moment my heart was hot with joy, then I looked wildly around, thinking of flight.

It was not possible.