"You won't--go back to your--" "No, no, no! Don't make me!" she cried, piteously.
"Then let us turn." They slowly retraced their steps, and again stood before his door.

"Now, this house from this moment is yours, and not mine," he said, deliberately.

"I have a place near by where I can stay very well." Her face had drooped.

"Oh!" she murmured, as she saw the dilemma.
"What have I done!" There was a smell of something burning within, and he looked through the window.

The rabbit that he had been cooking to coax a weak appetite was beginning to char.