"You have known that I loved you all summer; you cannot be so cruel as to trifle with me now.

You will not treat me so.

Oh, I love you!" There was almost a wail in his voice, and he threw himself down in a chair and covered, his face with his hands.
Lois did not speak.

Her lip curled a little, but it was partly with contempt for herself and her past uncertainty.

"I am so sorry, so grieved," she began.