“Philip, you must not go!” she cried. “I'm sorry, Kate, very sorry. Shall always remember so tenderly—not to say fondly—the happy boy and girl days together.”
“Philip, Philip, you must not go—you cannot go—you shall not go!”
He could see her bosom heaving under her loose red bodice. She took hold of his arm and dragged at it.
“Won't you spare me? Will you shame me to death? Must I tell you? If you won't speak, I will. You cannot leave me, Philip, because—because—what do I care?—because I love you!”
“Don't say that, Kate!”
“I love you, Philip—I love you—I love you!”
“Would to God I had never been born!”
“But I will show you how sweet it is to be alive. Take me, take me—I am yours!”
Her upturned face seemed to flash. He staggered like one seized with giddiness. It was a thing of terror to behold her. Still he struggled. “Though apart, we shall remember each other, Kate.”
“I don't want to remember. I want to have you with me.”