Good-bye, Molly." "Good-bye, Abel." Turning away from her, he walked rapidly back along the short grassy path over the snowdrops.

As she watched him, a lump rose in her throat, and she asked herself what would happen if she were to call after him, and when he looked round, run straight into his arms?
She wanted to run into his arms, but her knowledge of herself told her that once there she would not want to stay.

The sense of bondage would follow--on his part the man's effort to dominate; on hers the woman's struggle for the integrity of personality.

As long as he did not possess her she knew that emotion would remain paramount over judgment--that the longing to win her would triumph over the desire to improve what he had won.

But once surrendered, the very strength and singleness of his love would bring her to cage.