"I wouldn't touch you," says he. "I wouldn't touch your hand--I wouldn't
touch the hem of your garment. It wouldn't be right. It maybe ain't
right for me to think of meeting you again; but it's right this once."
She didn't answer at all. He come to what seemed to trouble him.
"Is it the money?" he says again. "What's money if you've got nothing
else?"
"Not much," says she; "not very much."
"I've not coveted it," says he. "It's another commandment I've broke.
I've coveted that which was my neighbor's. I've coveted you--no more, so
much! If you and I had a shack on the Yellow Bull out there, and forty
acres to start with," says he, "out where the sun shines all the time,
and the wind is sweet, and the mountains rise up around you----"
"Don't!" says she again. "Don't! Please go away--I can't stand that."