But, Winnie, I love you, and I love you! That is all I can say.
I allow I haven't a right to say that now, but I must say it.

You won't cast me off for this?
You will give me another show?
Before God, I haven't touched the stuff since that night! Not a drop! And I'll never touch it again!" "Buck," she whispered, at last, "I wish you had told me that at the very first." "And you wouldn't have spoken to me again ?" "Yes, Buck, I should have spoken to you again.

I should have been very sorry, Buck.

I should have grieved over it, as I do now.

But I should have loved you just the same, Buck." "Then you do love me?
You do not intend to tell me to go and never speak to you again ?" "Don't you understand a girl's heart any better than that, Buck?
She never casts a man off for such things, if she truly loves him--though, perhaps, she ought to! Love isn't a thing of the head, but of the heart.
I love you, Buck, and I am very sorry!" He held her as if he meant never to let her go, and she submitted to his crushing caress.
"You are true--true--true as steel!" he exultantly cried.
"Be careful, or you will be heard, dear! We are right by the house, remember." "Is your father in ?" "No, but he may return at any time.