Then came all those years without you, lonely and hurt and discouraged; those decent young fellows and poor Mac, and me never heeding--hard as a steel spring.

And then you came back, not caring very much, but it made no difference." She slid to the floor beside him, as if she were too tired to sit up any longer.

Bartley bent over and took her in his arms, kissing her mouth and her wet, tired eyes.
"Don't cry, don't cry," he whispered.

"We've tortured each other enough for tonight.

Forget everything except that I am here." "I think I have forgotten everything but that already," she murmured.
"Ah, your dear arms!".