I can't stand it." He made an instinctive movement to take her in his arms, but she slipped aside, turning on him in sudden, passionate reproach.
"Why did you try and make me love you when you knew.

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all this?
I was quite happy before you came--oh, so happy!"-- with a sudden yearning recollection of the days of unawakened girlhood.

"If--if you had let me alone, I should have been happy still." The unthinking selfishness of youth rang in her voice, asserting its infinite demand for the joy and pleasure of life.
"And I ?" he said, very low.