"Goo away now, Ernie!" she pleaded, choking. "Don't tempt a poor girl! There's a dear lad!"
"I'll goo away if you'll think it over."
"I'll think it over—if you'll goo away."
She threw up her head.
Beneath her eyelids the tears welled down.
He drew her to him: his lips were close to hers; his eyes on hers.
Gently she disengaged.
"Nay, lad, you mustn't," she said. "I must just reap where I've sown, as the old Book says, and make amends as best I can. No need to drag down all I love along o me." She added on that new note which thrilled him so strangely, "Not as I regrets my child. Never!"