I want you to marry me." The blood rushed into her cheeks and again fled from them, leaving her very white.

Her face grew mutinous like an angry child's, but her eyes grew hard like a resentful woman's.
"You ask me out of pity," she said, in a low voice.
"That's not true," he cried, and with so earnest a passion that she could not but believe him.

"Sylvia, I came here meaning to ask you to marry me.
I ask you something more now, that is all.

I ask you to come to me a little sooner--that is all.

I want you to come with me now." Sylvia leaned against the wall and covered her face with her hands.
"Please!" he said, making his appeal with a great simplicity.