"Are you, entirely?"
She looked at me troubled:
"How would you have me be more womanly?"
"Be less a comrade, more a sweetheart."
"Familiar?"
My heart was beating fast:
"Familiar to my arms. I love you."
"I—do not permit myself to desire your arms. Can I help saying so—if you ask me?"
"When I love you so——"
"No. Why are you, after all, like other men, when I once hoped——"