It seemed so different--his thought when spoken.

Yet her shame established in his mind something akin to the respect he had strangely been hungering to feel for her.
"D--n that question!--forget it!" he cried, in a passion of pain for her and anger at himself.

"But once and for all--tell me--I know it, yet I want to hear you say so--you couldn't help yourself ?" "Oh no." "Well, that makes it all right with me," he went on, honestly.

"I--I want you to feel that...

you see--we've been thrown together--and--and I want to help you--not hurt you.