I can teach you." She knelt down beside me, and began to say the Lord's Prayer softly.
I repeated it after her, sentence by sentence: and this was really shamming, for of course I knew it perfectly.

At the time I felt only that she--this beautiful creature beside me--was in a strange state of exaltation which I could not in the least understand.

I know now something of the springs I had touched and loosened within her--I, a naked waif coming to her out of the night and catching her hand for protection.

It was not I she taught, nor over me that she yearned.
She was reaching through me to a child unknown, using me to press against a strange love tearing at the roots of her body, and to break the pain of it--the roots of her body, I say; for he who can separate a woman's soul from her body is a wiser man than I.
She rose from her knees; threw back the sheets and tucked them about me as I snuggled down.
"What is your name ?" "Harry Revel.

Are you Miss Isabel Brooks ?" "I am Isabel." "Why were you crying, out in the road ?" "Was I crying ?" "Well, not crying exactly: but you looked as if you wanted to." She smiled.