"No, no—my love! You must not ask that of me—it is more than I can do," he went on bitterly.
"You can, if you only will. Love can do all things."
"But now—after what you have said…."
"But you said yourself it was so pretty."
"Yes—there is a lovely thought in it—but the end was too horrible—you know what I mean."
"That was the loveliest of all. Oh, won't you do what I ask?" Her lips trembled, and she looked at him entreatingly.
Olof sighed deeply; drops of sweat stood out on his forehead. "How can I refuse you anything? But—but I could never forget it if I did, and…."
"Oh … I almost thought that was how it would be. You cannot understand—for you are not me. But something I must have!" she went on passionately. "I cannot live without. Look!" She drew from her breast a little case of blue silk, hung by a red cord round her neck, "See—it just reaches to there!"
"It's very pretty," said Olof in relief, taking the case in his hand."
And you want something to put in it?"
"Yes."