"
She bent to me with the color driven from her lips. "Don't! Don't!
We will learn to forget. We are both rulers of our wills. We will
learn to forget. Wait---- Are they calling me?"
We listened. Cadillac was at the door. We both rose.
"In a moment," I called to him. Then I turned. "Whatever happens,
keep to the eastward. Don't let your Indians turn. Refuse, and make
Starling refuse, to listen to any change of plan."
She was trembling. She seemed not to hear me, and I said the words
again. "You must promise. You are not to go to the west."
And then she put out her hands to me. "Yes, yes, I understand. I
promise. I shall not go west. But, monsieur, do not--do not go with
me to the shore. Let me go alone. Let us part here."
I could have envied her the power to tremble. I felt like stone. I
had but one arm, but I drew her to me till I felt her heart on mine.
"This is not the end. This is not the end. But till you come to me
again"---- And I would have laid my lips on hers.
But she was out of my grasp. "We--we---- It was a compact. If we----
If we did that, we could not part. Good-by, monsieur. I beg you not
to go with me. God be with you. God be with you, monsieur.
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