I want you to be my wife." The hands that clutched her arm were shaking, his voice was thick and broken.

But still she stood with her face turned from him, quietly trying to break from his grasp.

But no word did she speak.
"Kathleen, I forgot myself," he said, letting go of her arm.

"I was wrong, but, my God, Kathleen, I am not stone, and when I felt your heart beat against mine--" "Oh," she cried, shuddering and drawing further away from him.
"-- and your face so white, your dear face so near mine, I forgot myself." "No," said the girl, turning her face toward him and searching him with her quiet, steady, but contemptuous eyes, "you forgot me.".