'You can have no reason to think that.
You say it to hurt me.' 'I didn't say it.' 'You meant it--you mean it still.' She quickened her pace and they exchanged no more words until the walk was ended, then she gave him her hand over the gate.
'Good-night,' she said.

'You were more generous as a boy, Harry.' He took her hand.

It was ungloved, and felt small and tender in his hard palm.

The touch awoke a sudden passion in him.

Both of his hands held hers, his head bent over it, and he blurted something in apology.