"I don't care. He has promised. I have his promise. I shall be free. Oh! I shall be free—free! He is a different man from you, Stephen. He isn't so fierce; he isn't so greedy."
"But it parts us!"
"Only from impossible things."
"It parts us."
"It does not even part us, Stevenage. We shall see one another! we shall talk to one another."
"I shall lose you."
"I shall keep you."
"But I—do you expect me to be content with this?"
"I will make you content. Oh! Stephen dear, can't there be love—love without this clutching, this gripping, this carrying off?"
"You will be carried altogether out of my world."