I was tired out that night; I was embittered, and insane, if you like! I _want_ to be good! No woman wants sin and wrongdoing! But, O Jim, can't you see, it's you, you, I want, before everything else!" He smote the palms of his hands together, in a little gesture of impotent misery.
"That's just it--you tried to make me save myself for my own sake,--and it couldn't be done.

It was a failure.

And now you're trying to make me save myself for your sake----" "It's not your salvation I want--it's _you_!" "But it's only through being honest that I can hold and keep you; can't you see that?
If I can't trust myself, I can't possibly trust _you_!" "Couldn't we try--once more ?" Her voice was little more than a whisper.
He looked up at the soft and velvet stars that peered down so voluptuously from a soft and velvet sky.

He looked at them for many moments, before he spoke again.
"If I got back to my work again, my right and honest work, I _could_ be honest!" he declared, vehemently.
"But we _are_ going back," she assuaged.
"Yes, but see what we have to go through, first!" "I know," she admitted, unhappily.

"But even then, we could say that it was to be for the last time." "As we said before--and failed!" "But this time we needn't fail.