have to let her go again.” And that was not to be imagined.
But he saw the shadow of the lashes on her wet cheek, and wavered.
“After all,” he began again, “we have lives of our own. … There’s no use attempting the impossible. You’re so unprejudiced about some things, so used, as you say, to looking at the Gorgon, that I don’t know why you’re afraid to face our case, and see it as it really is—unless you think the sacrifice is not worth making.”
She stood up also, her lips tightening under a rapid frown.
“Call it that, then—I must go,” she said, drawing her little watch from her bosom.
She turned away, and he followed and caught her by the wrist. “Well, then: come to me once,” he said, his head turning suddenly at the thought of losing her; and for a second or two they looked at each other almost like enemies.