Where shall I live till Tuesday ?' Bevis scarcely listened to her words.

The temptation of the natural man, basely selfish, was strengthening its hold upon him.
'Do you love me?
Do you really love me ?' he replied to her, with thick, agitated utterance.
'Why should you ask that?
How can you doubt it ?' 'If you really love me---' His face and tones frightened her.
'Don't make me doubt _your_ love! If I have not perfect trust in you what will become of me ?' Yet once more she drew resolutely away from him.

He pursued, and held her arms with violence.
'Oh, I am mistaken in you!' Monica cried in fear and bitterness.

'You don't know what love means, as _I_ feel it.

You won't speak, you won't think, of our future life together--' 'I have promised--' 'Leave loose of me! It's because I have come here.