Suddenly she wrenched herself away, struggling like some wild thing. The boat plunged.
“I can’t!” she cried, in a choking voice. “I mustn’t! Oh, I can’t!”
He stretched out a hand and clutched at the rail that ran along the wall. The plunging ceased. He turned. She had hidden her face, and was sobbing, quietly, with the forlorn hopelessness of a lost child.
He made a movement towards her, but drew back. He felt dazed.
The rain thudded and splashed on the wooden roof. A few drops trickled through a crack in the boards. He took off his coat and placed it gently over her shoulders.
“Molly!”
She looked up with wet eyes.
“Molly dear, what is it?”
“I mustn’t. It isn’t right.”
“I don’t understand.”