I remember how it ended also.

Scorn for scorn, contempt for contempt, hate for hate.

I am not of your race.

Between your people and me there is also a barrier that nothing can remove.

You ask why I want to go, and I ask you why I should stay." He staggered as if struck in the face, but with a quick, unhesitating grasp she caught him by the arm and steadied him.
"Why you should stay!" he repeated slowly, in a dazed manner, and stopped short, astounded at the completeness of his misfortune.
"You told me yesterday," she went on again, "that I could not understand or see your love for me: it is so.