She had begun to tremble in his hold.
He looked at her with an odd wistfulness.

"Because I'm too big an oaf--to make you understand," he said.
"And that is why you have set me free ?" she questioned.
He bent his head, almost as if the sudden question embarrassed him.
"Yes, that," he said after a moment.

"And because I care too much about you to--marry you against your will." "And you call that love ?" she said.
He made a slight gesture of surprise.

"It is love," he said simply.
His arms were still around her, but she had only to move to be free.

She did not move, save that she quivered like a vibrating wire, quivered and hid her face.
"Rufus!" she said.
"Yes ?" His head was bent above hers, but he could only see her black hair, so completely was her face averted from him.
Her voice came, tensely whispering.