generosity to-day." It was lamentably weak, far from the hot expressions which she forced it to replace.
"Yes, I was generous," he admitted.

"We will move on as far as the cross-roads." Again they ambled gently forward.

Up the slope from the ford Diana and Jerry were slowly climbing; not another human being was in sight ahead or behind them.

"After you left me," he continued, "your memory and your entreaties lingered with me.

I gave the matter of our position thought, and it seemed to me that all was monstrously ill-done.
I loved you, Ruth, I needed you, and you disdained me.