I won't take it!" he went on masterfully.

"I love you!" Impetuously he slipped his strong young arms about her and kissed her on the mouth.
The previous moment she had been all softness and regret, but now, at the sudden passion in his voice, something within her recoiled violently, repudiating the claim his love had made upon her.
Sara was the last woman in the world to be taken by storm.

She was too individual, her sense of personal independence too strongly developed, for her ever to be swept off her feet by a passion to which her own heart offered no response.

Instead, it roused her to a definite consciousness of opposition, and she drew herself away from Tim's eager arms with a decision there was no mistaking.
"I'm sorry, Tim," she said quietly.

"But it's no good pretending I'm in love with you.