“Then why not let that suffice?” I exclaimed, leaning towards her.
She drew back.
“But I want to respect you, too,” she said.
I was shocked, too shocked to answer.
“I want to respect you,” she repeated, more gently. “I don't want to think that—that what we feel for each other is—unconsecrated.”
“It consecrates itself,” I declared.
She shook her head.
“Surely it has its roots in everything that is fine in both of us.”
“We both went wrong,” said Nancy. “We both sought to wrest power and happiness from the world, to make our own laws. How can we assert that—this is not merely a continuation of it?”
“But can't we work out our beliefs together?” I demanded. “Won't you trust me, trust our love for one another?”