Won't you be my friend again?
Won't you help me through these dark days ?" Her hand touched his.

For a moment he snatched his away as though stung.
Then he caught her fingers in his and held them as though in a vice.

She smiled, the smile of conscious power.

The flush of beauty was streaming once more into her face.

Poor fellow, he was still in love, then! The fingers which had closed upon hers were burning.