Oh," she cried suddenly, her face overcast with a look of earnestness and great seriousness, both her hands catching at his wrist, "Oh, you WILL be good to me, now, won't you?
I'm only a little, little child in so many ways, and I've given myself to you, all in a minute, and I can't go back of it now, and it's for always.

I don't know how it happened or why.

Sometimes I think I didn't wish it, but now it's done, and I am glad and happy.

But NOW if you weren't good to me--oh, think of how it would be with me.

You are strong, and big, and rich, and I am only a servant of yours, a little nobody, but I've given all I had to you--myself--and you must be so good to me now.