"No!" she panted, in dutiful resistance.
But the negation was lost against Hartmann's broad breast as he pressed her closely to him.
"I love you!" he repeated over and over in a daze of rapture.
Then in awed wonder:
"And you love me, Kathrien!"
"No, no—don't make me say it, dear heart!"
"I shall make you say it. It is true. You do love me!"
"What matter if I do?" wailed the girl. "It wouldn't change matters."
"Kathrien!"
"Please don't say anything more. I can't bear it."