A little sob came in Sabine's throat, and she could not reply. She could
only take in the splendor of his figure and his grace as he leaned there
with dark bent head. And so, in a silence that seemed to throb and
thrill, they stood near together for a few moments with hearts at
breaking point.
Then he controlled himself; he must go at once or he could no longer
answer for what he might do. She looked so sweet and sorrowful standing
close to his side, her violet eyes lowered so that their long lashes
made a shadow upon her dimpled cheek.
Intense magnetic attraction drew them nearer and nearer.
"Sabine!" he cried at last, hoarsely, as though the words were torn from
his tortured heart. "There is something about you which tells me that
you do not love Henry--that he has never made you feel--as I once made
you feel, and could make you feel again." He stretched out his arms in
pain. "The temptation is frightful--terrible--just to kiss you once
more--Darling--Oh! I cannot bear it. I must go!" and he took a step away
from her.
But _the Moment_ for Sabine had come; she could resist its force no
more, every nerve in her whole body was quivering--every unknown, though
half-guessed emotion was stirring her soul. Her whole being seemed to be
convulsed in one concentrated desire. The reality had materialized the
echoes she had often dimly felt from that night of long ago.
The wild passion which she had feared, and only that very evening had
repudiated as being an impossible experience for her, had now overtaken
her, and she could struggle no more.
"Michael!" she whispered breathlessly, and held out her arms.
With a cry of joy he clasped her to him in a fierce ecstasy. All the
pent-up feelings in both their souls let loose at last.
It was a moment which caused time and place and all other things to be
forgotten in a glory as great as though eternity had come.
"My darling, my darling!" he murmured, kissing her hair and brow and
eyelids. "Oh! the hideous cruelty that it is all too late and this must
be good-bye."
But Sabine clung to him half sobbing, telling him she could not bear it;
he must not leave her now. And so they stood clasped together, trembling
with love and misery.
"Darling," at last he besought her, while he unclasped her tender hands
from round his neck. "Darling, do not tempt me--it is frightful pain,
but I must keep my word. You had reason once to think that I was an
uncontrollable brute, but you shall not be able to do so any more. I
would never respect myself--or you--again if I let you make me faithless
to Henry now. It is cruel sorrow, but we cannot think of ourselves; you
know, we used too lightly for our own ends what should have been an
awfully sacred tie. Do you remember, Sabine, we swore to God to love and
be faithful forever--not meaning a word we said--and now we are
punished--" A great sob shook his deep voice.
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