In the dusk his face showed white as the toadstools at her feet, but she stood firm, for his sake as well as her own.
“It’s no use talking about ‘some day’—I tell you it’s never.”
“Never!—and you’ve let me hold you and kiss you....”
“Only now and then—saum as I’d let any nice lad.”
His eyes blazed.
“You little bitch!”
“Mind your words, my boy—and leave hoald of my arm, and come into the next field, or I’ll git hoame.”
But he did not move, and his grip on her arm tightened.
“I want you. I reckon you don’t know what that means when I say I want you, or you wouldn’t be so damn cruel. Ivy, I can’t leave you like this. I can’t go back to camp knowing I’m just nothing to you. You must give me some sort of hope. It’s not fair to have led me on——”