"Don't touch me!" she cried, recoiling as he advanced.
"At least not till you have given me a kiss—just one. Then you can go."
"You promise that?"
"Yes."
"Just one?"
"Just one," he said.
Thinking to get rid of him the sooner, she put up her face and kissed him on the cheek.
"Not that kind," he protested, "a real one."
She shook her head. Wearily she said:
"I can't! I can't!"