“Because—because—”
“Because you do really care for me and you’re fighting against yourself.”
“Please let me go,” begged Patience.
“No!” returned the young man stoutly.
“What shall I do?” she pleaded distractedly.
“Just turn around,” was the smiling retort, “and run straight into the arms of the man who loves you.”
“And bring trouble and sorrow on you? No—no—no!”
“I don’t understand.”
“Please don’t ask me,” she went on. “I’ve been through the deep waters of grief and suffering. Harry, I’ve been hungry.”
“Hungry!” exclaimed Harry. “Oh, my poor girl, you must let me—”