"Will you go back if Jean tells you everything--everything about me--about--" "No," he interrupted.
"If you only knew--then you would go back, and never see me again.

You would understand--" "I will never understand," He interrupted again.

"I say that it is you who do not understand, Meleese! I don't care what Jean would tell me.
Nothing that has ever happened can make me not want you.

Don't you understand?
Nothing, I say--nothing that has happened--that can ever happen--unless--" For a moment he stopped, looking straight into her eyes.
"Nothing--nothing in the world, Meleese," he repeated almost in a whisper, "unless you did not tell me the truth back on the trail at Wekusko when you said that it was not a sin to love you." "And if I tell you--if I confess that it is a sin, that I lied back there--then will you go ?" she demanded quickly.
Her eyes flamed on him with a strange light.
"No," he said calmly.

"I would not believe you." "But it is the truth.