He dragged himself nearer, leaned his cheek against her hand, which it seemed to burn; then he began kissing it with soft, pouting lips.
Ellen tried to pull her hand away.

"Let my hand go this minute, Granville Joy," she said, angrily.
The boy let her hand go immediately, and stood up, leaning over her.
"Don't be angry; I didn't mean any harm, Ellen," he whispered.
"I shall be angry if you do such a thing again," said Ellen.

"We aren't children; you have no right to do such a thing, and you know it." "But I thought maybe you wouldn't mind, Ellen," said Granville.

Then he added, with his voice all husky with emotion and a kind of fear: "Ellen, you know how I feel about you.

You know how I have always felt." Ellen made no reply.