Things cannot be left in this way between us.

I thought they could, but they can't." He crossed the corridor, slowly; she straightened up at his approach, white, rigid, breathless.
"What is it that has frightened you ?" he said.
"What you--said--to me." "That I love you ?" "Yes; that." "Why should it frighten you ?" "Must I tell you ?" "If it will help you." "I am past help.

But it will end you're caring for me.

And from making me--care--for you.

I must do it; this cannot go on--" "Shiela!" She faced him, white as death, looking at him blindly.
"I am trying to think of you--because you love me--" Fright chilled her blood, killing pulse and colour.