"I was afraid," he said, "of you."
She rose and lifted her arms to him and laid her hand on his shoulders.
He had to stoop to let her do it. So held, he couldn't hope to escape
from her candid, searching eyes.
"You aren't afraid of me now? I haven't made it go? You haven't lost it
through me?"
"You've made it stay."
"Have I? Have I done that for you?"