She said again: "No; and if you won't go out with me, I shall go.
Good-bye."
She had freed herself with a jerk, and gained the door. He ran towards
her, and clasped her in his arms, crying:
"Listen, Clo, my little Clo; listen, grant me this much."
She shook her head without replying, avoiding his kisses, and striving
to escape from his grasp and go.