"You can do so."
"How? Tell me how. I will do any thing—give my own for him."
"Let us then be friends."
"I have never felt otherwise toward you."
"Give me your hand."
She laid her little trembling fingers gently within his proffered palm, and as he drew her nearer to him, he continued:
"Now a kiss, Olive."
"No, no," she murmured, drawing back.
"You are keeping them for your lover," he sneered. "Have you forgotten that I told you his life was in your hands?"
"No, but—"