QUOTE : St. Just.” Emmie lurched to her feet and wrapped her arms around his waist. Much more slowly, almost reluctantly, his arms came around her. He wanted to offer words of comfort, but his throat was constricted with misery; so he just held her, closed his eyes, and inhaled the sweetness and fragrance of her for the last time. “Hold me,” Emmie whispered desperately. “I shouldn’t ask it, and you’ve every right…” “Hush,” he murmured, his hand circling on her back. “I’ll hold you. It’s all right.” She