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Arms and the Woman by Harold MacGrath
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"It is not too late to back out," she said.

"I would face a thousand kings rather," I replied.

We could see at the gate the carriage which was to take us to the
station. Now came the moment when I was tried by the crucible and
found to be dross. I committed the most foolish blunder of my life.
My love suddenly overleapt its bounds. In a moment my arms were around
her lithe body; my lips met hers squarely. After it was done she stood
very still, as if incapable of understanding my offence. But I
understood. I was overwhelmed with remorse, love, and regret. I had
made impossible what might have been.

"Your Highness," I cried, "I could not help it! Before God I could
not! It is because I love you better than anything in the world--you
cannot be of it!--and all this is impossible, this going away together."

Her bosom heaved, and her eyes flashed like a heated summer sky.

"I will give you one minute to leave this place," she said, her tones
as even and as cold as sudden repression of wrath could make them. "I
trusted you, and you have dared to take advantage of what seemed my
helplessness. It is well indeed for you that you committed this
outrage before it is too late. I should have killed you then. I might
have known. Could ever a woman trust a man?" She laughed
contemptuously. "You would have made me a thing of scorn; and I
trusted you!"

"As God is my judge," I cried, "my respect for you is as high as heaven
itself. I love you; is there nothing in that? I am but human. I am
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