"Is that what you mean ?" "Yes," she answered in a low voice.
"But that is not love." He spoke authoritatively.

"I have been in many ports, but I never knew a passing touch of love until I saw you that first night.

Do you know, when I said good night and went away, I was almost arrested." "Arrested ?" "Yes.

The policeman thought I was drunk; and I was, too--with love for you." "But you said we were children, and I said it was impossible, for you, and we have strayed away from the point." "I said that I never loved anybody but you," he replied.

"You are my first, my very first." "And yet you have been a sailor," she objected.
"But that doesn't prevent me from loving you the first." "And there have been women--other women--oh!" And to Martin Eden's supreme surprise, she burst into a storm of tears that took more kisses than one and many caresses to drive away.