When she bade me go away and leave her there alone, I recalled a former occasion when I had resolved to protect this girl if need be against her father.
“Shall I leave you here?” I asked.
“Me? What have I to do with it? Go, go; do not stay; you must, you must.” She laid hold of my arm and tried to push me towards the door.
“Why do you want me to go?”
She became silent and the bright color came into her cheeks.
“You must go. I want you to save yourself.”
“I cannot go,” I answered.
“Why?”
“Because I love you.”
She stepped backward as if frightened at my simple words.