"Let me go, John," she said faintly. "You must not—"
"Not yet. I'm no man of stone. Can you scoff now?"
"No, no. Let me go. I've paid you well and you—O God! you've paid me, too. Let me go."
"Not until you kiss me."
"No—not that."
"Why?" he whispered.
"No—never that! Oh, the damage you have done!"
"I'll repair it—"
"No. You can't bring the dead to life——our friendship——it was so clean——Let me go, do you hear?"
But he only laughed at her.