“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!”
She kept him at bay with her eyes, though they filled slowly with tears.
“I ama child of the devil!” exclaimed Lily, with vehemence. “I give people trouble and make them suffer!”
“She classes me with 'people'!” Maurice thought. He said, “Have I ever blamed you for anything?”
“No.”
“Then don't blame yourself. I will simply take what you can give me. That is all I could take. Forgive me for loving you too much. I will try to love you less.”