There may be difficulties but we will conquer them together.
Nothing is impossible if you love me, dear." "Oh!" She turned wide blue eyes upon him.

"That is just it.

I do not love you." The blow fell swift, unerring, dealt by the mercilessly honest hand of youth.

Esther's eyes were quite dry now.

Her nervousness was passing.
Regret and pity were merged in one overpowering, instinctive desire: the desire to show him beyond all manner of doubt that she repudiated that possessive touch upon her hand.