"Everything that was in me--everything that was decent and unselfish and pure-minded dominated me when I found I loved him.

So I would not listen to my own desire for him, I would not let him risk a terrible unhappiness until I could go to him as clean and well and straight and unafraid as he could wish!" She laughed bitterly, and laid her hands on her breast.

"Look at me, Kathleen! I am quite as decent as this god of mine.

Why should I worry over the chances he takes when I have chances enough to take in marrying him?
I was stupid to be so conscientious--I behaved like a hysterical schoolgirl--or a silly communicant--making him my confessor! A girl is a perfect fool to make a god out of a man.

I made one out of Duane; and he acted like one.