"That cannot be ended which never had a beginning. I don't want your friendship; I want your love and I will have it."
"No, I cannot. Oh! why did you? I must be going."
"Why? Sit down."
"No, I cannot. Good-by."
"Good-by."
She hesitated, and then without looking, held out her hand. "Good-by."
I took her hand and this time kissed it, as I remember, almost fiercely. She tried to stop me, but I held it firmly.
"You must not do that; you have no right." She was standing very straight now.
"I took the right."
"Promise me you will never say that again."