Give me a chance, anyhow.

I--I'd do anything in the world, you know.

Only tell me." He drew one of her hands away from her face and held it between his own.
She did not resist him.

Her need of a comforter just then was very great.

Her head was bowed almost against his shoulder and it did not occur to either of them that they were transgressing the most elementary laws of conventionality.
"You can't help me," she sobbed at last.