"What is the matter, Duane?
What do you mean by peril ?...

You are scaring me----" "Little Geraldine--my little comrade! Can't you understand?
It isn't only my selfish desire for you--it isn't all for myself!--I care more for you than that.

I love you more deeply than a mere lover! Must I say more to you?
Must I even hurt you?
Must I tell you what I know--of you ?" "W-what ?" she asked, startled.
He looked at her miserably.

In his eyes she read a meaning that terrified her.
"Duane--I don't--understand," she faltered.
"Yes you do.

Let's face it now!" "F-face what ?" Her voice was only a whisper.
"I can tell you if you'll love me.