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"Marina!" he cried.
She moved suddenly away from him, drawing herself up to her full height,
one hand slightly extended, as if to keep him from coming nearer; but
her face, as she turned it frankly to his, was lighted with a smile the
Veronese would never copy, and her eyes shone through her tears.
"Is it true, Marina?" he questioned radiantly, as he tried to seize her
hand.
But she still moved backward--not as if she were afraid, but as though
she would help him by a motion to understand.
"You have confessed me unawares," she said, "and shown me mine own
secret, which I knew not. It is not to confess nor deny."
"Yet you move away, Marina, as if you would not have it so."
"Because only the renunciation of it is for us," she answered firmly.
"For I am of the people, and you--of the Giustiniani!"
"As you shall also be!" he affirmed, undaunted.
"Marco, at Venice this is not easy!" The tone was a caress which she
made no effort to withhold, yet he dared not try again to touch her
hand; he already felt her strength.


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