SHADOWSThe tension on her nerves relaxed; there was the inevitable reaction. Her knees were shaking under her, and she literally staggered into the room.
But Armand was already near her, down on both his knees this time, his arms clasping the delicate form that swayed like the slender stems of narcissi in the breeze.
"Oh! you must go out of Paris at once—at once," she said through sobs which no longer would be kept back.
"He'll return—I know that he will return—and you will not be safe until you are back in England."
But he could not think of himself or of anything in the future. He had forgotten Heron, Paris, the world; he could only think of her.
"I owe my life to you!" he murmured. "Oh, how beautiful you are—how brave! How I love you!"
It seemed that he had always loved her, from
