“Marion! You shall not go. You’re carrying this too far, darling.”
“Yes, yes, I’m going,” I said to Reggie. “You’re not going to stop me any longer.”
“But, Marion, I didn’t mean what I said.”
I stared up at him directly.
“Reggie, if I stay, will we be married—right away?”
“Why—Marion, look here, old girl, you can wait a little longer, can’t you?”
“No!” I cried harshly, “I can’t. And I hope God will never let me see your face again.”
I ran up the steps of the train and started inside. I did not look out.