No woman has the right, however much she loves him, to ruin a man, any more than a man has the right to ruin a woman.

But if you won't marry me, I'm perfectly willing to spend two months a year in an Ionian island with you," and she looked at him, very proud and fearless.
Paul took her by the shoulders and shook her, more roughly than he realized.

"Sophie, don't tempt me to a madness that we should both regret." She laughed, wincing yet thrilled, under the rude handling, and freed herself.

"But what more can a woman offer the man who loves her--that is to say if he does love her ?" "I not love you ?" He threw up his hands--"Dear God!" She waved him away and retreated a step or two, still laughing, as he advanced.

"Then why won't you marry me?
You're afraid." "Yes," he cried.