"What a lot we'll have to tell each other," she said, "before we're really acquainted. But you're sure? You're quite sure?"
"Sure that I want you? Yes," I said; "not sure that you ought not to wait and think me over."
"You've begun," she said, "with everything that's noble and generous. I could never look myself in the face again if I felt called upon to begin by being mean."
"Hadn't you better think it over?" I said. "Hadn't you?"
But she put her hands on my shoulders.
"If an angel with wings had come with gifts," she said, "would I have thought them over? And just because your wings don't show——"
"It isn't fair," I mumbled. "I give you a choice between the streets and me and you feel forced to choose me."
But she pulled my head down and gave me a quick, fierce kiss.
"There," said she—"was that forced? Did you force me to do that? No," she said; "you needn't think you're the only person in the world that wants another person.... If you go to Australia I don't wait here. I go too. If you sink by the way, I sink. And don't you go to thinking you've made me a one-sided bargain.... I can cook for you and mend for you and save for you. And if you're sick I can nurse you. And I can black your boots."