Her angry red mouth made him savage.
“I say so! It’s mine!”
She gasped, suddenly in a panic.
“I don’t want to sing it! I don’t know it! I—I don’t like it!”
Her helpless confusion shook him to tenderness.
“Try this last verse with me,” he pleadingly insisted.
She began, as though she could not help herself, in an uncertain voice:
“Soon after she was gone from me
A traveler came by
Silently, invisibly.