I'm not really young; it makes me furious to think you consider me in that light.

I'm a man, strong enough and old enough to love you--and make you love me! I _will_ make you!" His arms tightened.
She uttered a little cry, which was half a sob; his boyish roughness sent a glow rushing through her.

She fought against the peril of it, the bewildering happiness that welled up--fought against her heart that was betraying her senses, against the deep, sweet passion that awoke as his face touched hers.
"Will you love me ?" he said fiercely.
"No!" "Will you ?" "Yes....

Let me go!" she gasped.
"Will you love me in the way I mean?
Can you ?" "Yes.

I do.