Her eyes filled with tears, and my heart was drowned in them.
“But Mrs. Pennoyer says Cousin Kirk is waiting for us there. Oh, please.”
“Let him wait,” I said.
“But, please. I implore you—as you——”
“As I love you,” I said. “As I love you, I shall keep it. Will you marry me?”
“I—I do not love you,” she answered, almost in a whisper. “Now, will you give it back?”
“No,” I said.
I saw her tears. “He will kill you;” and she left me, sobbing.
“Then, you can take it,” I called out, after her.
Man can be brutal at such times.