He turned slowly, looking down upon her face, at her lips, scarce an inch from his. "So beautiful," he said; "so beautiful. It is best that I do not look at you."
"Am I heavy, Bob?"
"AM I HEAVY?"
"Heavy? No!"
"Put me down if I tire you."
"Tire me!"
"You've turned your face away again."
"I must."
"Why, Bob?"