Let me go now.

It is not best.

Oh! truly, truly it is all wrong with us now." She bent her head, blinded with tears, swaying, stunned; then, with a breathless sound, turned in his arms to meet his lips, her hands contracting in his; and, confronting, they paused, suspending the crisis, young faces close, and hearts afire.
"Sylvia, I love you." For an instant their lips clung; she had rendered him his kiss.

Then, tremblingly, "It is useless ...

even though I loved you." "Say it!" "I do." "Say it!" "I--I cannot! ...