|About the Book|
All right--Ill tell you why, fast enough. His tone was grim. Im going to leave the country because I cant stay any longer--not while youre in it. Why--Kent! She seemed inexpressibly shocked. I dont know, he went on relentlessly, what you think a mans made of, anyhow. And I dont know what _you_ think of this pal business- I know what I think: Its a mighty good way to drive a man crazy. Ive had about all of it I can stand, if you want to know. Im sorry, if you dont--if you cant be friends any longer, she said, and he winced to see how her eyes filled with tears. But, of course, if you cant--if it bores you-- Kent seized her arm, a bit roughly, Have I got to come right out and tell you, in plain English, that I--that its because Im so deep in love with you I cant. If you only knew what its cost me this last year--to play the game and not play it too hard! What do you think a mans made of? Do you think a man can care for a woman, like I care for you, and--Do you think he wants to be just pals? And stand back and watch some drunken brute abuse her--and never--here! His voice grew testier. Dont do that--dont! I didnt want to hurt you--God knows I didnt want to hurt you! He threw his arm around her shoulders and pulled her toward him. Dont--pal, Im a brute, I guess, like all the rest of the male humans. I dont mean to be--its the way Im made. When a woman means so much to me that I cant think of anything else, day or night, and get to counting days and scheming to see her--why--being friends--like weve been--is like giving a man a teaspoon of milk and water when hes starving to death, and thinking that oughta do. But I shouldnt have let it hurt you. I tried to stand for it, little woman. There were times when I just had to fight myself not to take you up in my arms and carry you off and keep you.