By the way, she has rather given up me.

She is keeping out of my way.

Her keeping out of my way has been more likely to inflame me than the other thing.

But, if you'll forgive me and be a little kind to me, I promise you that I won't seek her out." "What do you want me to do ?" I asked.
"More than I dare tell you at present.

But for the present--shake hands and say you forgive my rudeness in the wood." I put my hand in his, and felt his lips upon it, but I bore it.
"Then it is a bargain," he said.