Impulsively Naîda threw her arms around his neck, coiling herself up lithely and characteristically beside him.
"My big sweetheart," she whispered, crooningly. "Don't say it—don't say it."
"I have said it. It is true."
Turning, fiercely he seized her. "I won't let you go!" he cried, and there was a strange light in his eyes. "Before I was helpless, now I am not. This time you have come to me, and you shall stay."
She shrank away from him terrified, wild-eyed. "Oh, you forget, you forget!"
"For seven years I have tried to forget. I have been mad, but to-night I am sane."
"I trusted you, I trusted you!" she moaned.
Nicol Brinn clenched his teeth grimly for a moment, and then, holding her averted face very close to his own, he began to speak in a low, monotonous voice. "For seven years," he said, "I have tried to die, because without you I did not care to live. I have gone into the bad lands of the world and into the worst spots of those bad lands. Night and day your eyes have watched me, and I have wakened from dreams of your kisses and gone out to court murder. I have earned the reputation of being something more than human, but I am not. I had everything that life could give me except you. Now I have got you, and I am going to keep you."
Naîda began to weep silently. The low, even
