Within two hours the bust shall be finished and packed," and she stretched out her hand in farewell.
Marcus took the hand and held it.

"I am loth to part with you thus," he said suddenly.
"There is only one fashion of parting," answered Miriam, striving to withdraw her hand.
"Nay, there are many; and I hate them all--from you." "Sir," she asked with gentle indignation, "is it worth your while to play off these pretty phrases upon me?
We have met for an hour; we separate--for a lifetime." "I do not see the need of that.

Oh, the truth may as well out.

I wish it least of all things." "Yet it is so.

Come, let my hand go; the marble must be finished and packed." The face of Marcus became troubled, as though he were reasoning with himself, as though he wished to take her at her word and go, yet could not.
"Is it ended ?" asked Miriam presently, considering him with her quiet eyes.
"I think not; I think it is but begun.