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a foreshadowing of the pain of separation. "My beloved!" He held her a little away from him so that he might look into her face. Then with a swift, passionate eagerness; "Say that you love me, Nan?" "Why, Peter--Peter, you know it," she cried tremulously. "It doesn't need telling, dear. . . . Only--it's forbidden." "Yes," he assented gravely. "It's forbidden us. But now--just this once--let us have a few moments, you and I alone, when there's no need to pretend we don't care--when we can be _ourselves_!" "No--no--" she broke in breathlessly. "It's not much, to ask--five minutes together out of the whole of life! Roger can't grudge them. 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. His face looked drawn, and his eyes burned smoulderingly--like fire half-quenched. "Nan, if I didn't care so much, I'd ask you to go away with me. I--don't quite know what life will be like without you--hell, probably. But at least it's going to be my own little hell and I'm not going to drag you down into it. I'm bound irrevocably. And you--you're bound, too. You can't play fast and loose with the promise you've given Trenby. So we've just got to face it out." He broke off abruptly. Tiny beads of sweat rimmed his upper lip and his hands hung clenched at his sides. Even Nan hardly realised the effort his restraint was costing him. "What--what do you mean, Peter?" she asked haltingly. "I mean that I'm going away--that I mustn't see you any more." A cry fled from her lips--denying, supplicating, and at the desolate sound of it a tremor ran through his limbs. It was as though his body fought and struggled against the compelling spirit within it. "We mustn't meet again," he went on steadily. "Not meet--ever--do you mean?" There was something piteous in the young, shaken voice. "Never, if we ca
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