"I think most troubles of this kind come from bad temper on both sides.

Don't you?
Have you done your share at being kind and patient ?" They had reached the gate now, and she laid her hand on his arm to stop him.

He looked down at the slender gloved hand on his arm, feeling as if a giant had grasped him; then he raised his eyes to her face, flushing a purplish red as he remembered his grossness.

It seemed monstrous in the presence of this girl-advocate.

Her face was like silver; her eyes seemed pools of tears.
"I don't s'pose I have," he said at last, pushing by her.