What I want, I want.

That is all.

And yet, just a minute ago you were telling me you would be a friend! Not to a man like that! It wouldn't be right." She made no answer.

The faces of both were now turned toward the gray dawn beyond the hills.

It was some moments before once more he turned to her.
"But you and I--just you and I, together, thinking the way we both do, seeing what we both see--the splendid sadness and the glory of living and loving--and being what we both are! Oh, it all comes back to me, I tell you; and I say I have not changed.