But I'll kiss you once for good-by.

I'm sorry.
I'm so sorry." Being a man, he never fathomed her mind at all.

But being a man, slowly, gently, he took her in his arms, drew her tight.

Long, long it was till their lips met--and long then.

But he heard her whisper "Good-by," saw her frank tears, felt her slowly, a little by a little, draw away from him.
"Good-by," she said.