The jubilant spirit of the spring had ebbed away from his look, and even in the height of her anger she was struck by the change in his face.
"I don't believe you," he said gravely after a minute.

"I don't believe you." "You must believe me.

I don't love you.

I have never thought of you except as a friend.

I have loved another man all my life." Her voice rose accusingly, triumphantly, and so fervent was her look that she might have been repeating a creed.