"How can I give you up ?" he said, his voice hoarse with emotion.

He put her from him almost roughly, and leaning against the trunk of a tree buried his face in his hands.

Betty watched him for a moment in wretched silence.
"Don't feel so bad, Bruce," she said brokenly.

"I am not worth it.

I tried not to love you--I didn't want to." She raised a white face to his.
"I am going now, Betty.