“He only deserves your love.”
“Why that?”
“ ...if you care for him.” He took her hand again. “Since you care to care for him....”
“Good-by,” he said.
She said: “The word Love is never in your mouth.”
“Good-by,” he said.
She said: “I will do what you want.... I would do always what you want. I do not love you: but I bow to you. I kiss your feet. You are holy.... Why are you holy?”
“I have moved you only as a wind that passes.”
“You are putting me aside,” she said.
“No. I touch your branches. I spread them. I take seed of you with me to the fallow meadows. I do not stir your roots.”