Give me another chance.

Wait and see.

Come now--won't you?
That's my girl, my Aileen.

Do come.

Please!" She pulled on, but he held her, smoothing her arms, her neck, her face.
"Aileen!" he entreated.
She tugged so that he was finally compelled to work her about into his arms; then, sobbing, she stood there agonized but happy once more, in a way.
"But I don't want to," she protested.