“I have told you I love you. Why doesn't that satisfy you?”
“It isn't enough!”
“Perhaps I can't satisfy you. I love you all I can.”
“All you can?”
“Yes. Maybe I can't love you as much as you want me to. I am shallow!”
“For God's sake, don't say you are shallow! There is deep under deep in you! I couldn't have staked my life on you, I couldn't have loved you, if there hadn't been! Say I have only touched the surface yet, but don't say you are shallow!”
The girl shook her head.
“There isn't enough of me. Do you know,” she exclaimed, whimsically, “that's the Indian on the trail! You'll never feel quite sure of me, will you?”
Maurice's lips moved. “You are my own!”