He was a tall man and she was short of stature, so that he stood over her and looked upon her, and now she was looking up into his face with all her eyes. "I would," she said. "I would--I would! What is there left for me that I should wish to live?"
Softly, slowly, very gradually, as though he were afraid of what he was doing, he put his arm round her waist. "You are wrong in one thing," he said. "I do love you."
She shook her head, touching his breast with her hair as she did so.

He was a tall man and she was short, so that he stood over her, and now she was looking up into his face with all her eyes. "I would," she said. "I would! What is there left for me that I should wish to live?"
Softly, slowly, very gradually, as though he were afraid of what he was doing, he put his arm round her waist. "You are wrong in one thing," he said. "I do love you."
She shook her head, touching his breast with her hair as she did so.
