"Not—yet."
"You—you can not respond!"
"Not—that way—yet."
"Is—have I—has what you know of me killed all feeling, all tenderness in you?"
"No."
"Then—why can you not respond——"
"I can not, Jim—I can not."
He flushed hotly: "Do you—do I inspire you with—do I repel you—physically?"
She caught his hand, cheeks afire, dismayed, striving to check him:
"Please—don't say such—it is—not—true——"