But later, now, beside that, on top of that, something else--do you think it's--do you suppose I'm capable of it, selfish as I am?
Do you reckon it's love, just big, worthy, _decent_ love, better than anything in the world?
Is that--do you reckon, dear girl, that that's why I'm able now to say good-by?
I loved you once so much I could not let you go.

Now I love so much I can not let you stay! I reckon this is love.

I'm not ashamed to tell it.

I'm not afraid to justify it.
And I can't help it." It was any sort of time, a moment, an hour, before there was spoken speech between them after that.

At last they both heard her voice.
"Now, you begin to pay.