"It is because I love you--love you--" He caught himself, choking back the words, and as she drew away from him her eyes shone with a glory that made him half reach out his arms to her.
"You will forgive me!" he begged.

"I do not mean to do wrong.

Only, you must know why I shall not go back into the South." From her distance she saw his arms stretched like shadows toward her.
Her voice was low, so low that he could hardly hear the words she spoke, but its sweetness thrilled him.
"If you love me you will do this thing for me.

You will go to-morrow." "And you ?" "I ?" He heard the tremulous quiver in her voice.

"Very soon you will forget that you have--ever--seen--me." From down the path there came the sound of low voices.