to stay away to work it out all alone,
without her, he was afraid she would feel it to suffer, if he kept
away now from her. He was uneasy always, with her, he was uneasy when
he thought about her, he knew now he had a good, straight, strong
feeling of right loving for her, and yet now he never could use it to
be good and honest with her.

Jeff Campbell did not know, these days, anything he could do to
make it better for her. He did not know anything he could do, to set
himself really right in his acting and his thinking toward her. She
pulled him so fast with her, and he did not dare to hurt her, and he
could not come right, so fast, the way she always needed he should be
doing it now, for her.

These days were not very joyful ones now any more, to Jeff Campbell,
with Melanctha. He did not think it out to himself now, in words,
about her. He did not know enough, what was his real trouble, with
her.

Sometimes now and again with them, and with all this trouble for a
little while well forgotten by him, Jeff, and Melanctha with him,
would be very happy in a strong, sweet loving. Sometimes then,
Jeff would find himself to be soaring very high in his true loving.
Sometimes Jeff would find them, in his loving, his soul swelling out
full inside him. Always Jeff felt now in himself, deep feeling.

Always now Jeff had to go so much faster than was real with his
feeling. Yet always Jeff knew how he had a right, strong feeling.
Always now when Jeff was wondering, it was Melanctha he was doubting,
in the loving. Now he would often ask her, was she real now to him, in
her loving. He would ask her often, feeling something queer about it
all inside him, though yet he was never really strong in his doubting,
and always Melanctha would answer to him, "Yes Jeff, sure, you know
it, always," and always Jeff felt a doubt now, in her loving.

Always now Jeff felt in himself, deep loving. Always now he did not
know really, if Melanctha was true in her loving.

All these days Jeff was uncertain in him, and he was uneasy about
which way he should act so as not to be wrong and put them both into
bad trouble. Always now he was, as if he must feel deep into Melanctha
to see if it was real loving he would find she now had in her, and
always he would stop himself, with her, for always he was afraid now
that he might badly hurt her.

Always now he liked it better when he was detained when he had to go
and see her. Always now he never liked