"No, I gave it up. I wasn't looking for them either; I just sat there."
He said:
"While I remember it: you must not go on thinking that you have done me any wrong. You have nothing to make good again with any kind of charity."
"Haven't I?" she answered, taken aback. She thought it over again, looked at him and pondered. "Haven't I? I thought that time.... I didn't want you to go on bearing me a grudge for what happened."
"No, I don't bear you a grudge."
She thought again for a while. Suddenly she gave a cast of her neck.
"Then that's all right," she said. "Well, I might have known it. Of course it didn't make so deep an impression as all that. Very well then, we won't talk about it any more."
"Good-bye," she said. "Till we meet again."
"Good-bye," he answered.
They went their different ways. He stopped and turned. There she went. He stretched out his hands and whispered tender words to himself: I bear you no grudge, oh no, I do not; I love you still, I love you....