"You will come now with me, and end all this nonsense!"
"To-morrow!"
"No, to-night!"
"But if I don't love you?"
"If you don't now, you will love me!" he said immovably. "Come, this must be ended! You're almost crazy now! You can't think or act! I'll take all responsibilities!"
He strode up to her, the coat in his hands, holding it out as she still shrank away.
"Oh, Garry! It isn't right! I haven't any strength left. I don't know anything! I'm not myself—no, I'm not myself! Be generous!"
"What are you afraid of? Of not loving me?" he cried.
"Yes—yes! Of not—of not—" She caught her voice and cried: "Oh, Garry! I am not worthy of you! I'm a vain, foolish, wild creature! You don't know me—how wicked I am! But I won't harm you! I wouldn't be unjust! Please! Please!"
She was struggling now, with a yielding strength. He caught her arms and drew her coat over them.