"Joanna," he breathed, his mouth close to the tawny, flying anthers of her hair—"Do you think you could love me?"
He felt her hair stroke his lips, as she turned her head. He saw her eyes bright with tears and passion. Then suddenly she broke from him—
"I can't—I can't ... it's more than I can bear."
He came after her, overtaking her just before the gate.
"Darling thing, what's the matter?—You ain't afraid?"
"No—no—it isn't that. Only I can't bear ... beginning to feel it ... again."
"Again?"
"Yes—I told you a bit ... I can't tell you any more."
"But the chap's dead."
"Yes."