'You never loved me!' she said bitterly.
'I might say the same,' he returned; 'but I will not.

Grant me one favour.

Come and hear my last sermon on the day before I go.' Lizzy, who was a church-goer on Sunday mornings, frequently attended Stockdale's chapel in the evening with the rest of the double-minded; and she promised.
It became known that Stockdale was going to leave, and a good many people outside his own sect were sorry to hear it.

The intervening days flew rapidly away, and on the evening of the Sunday which preceded the morning of his departure Lizzy sat in the chapel to hear him for the last time.
The little building was full to overflowing, and he took up the subject which all had expected, that of the contraband trade so extensively practised among them.

His hearers, in laying his words to their own hearts, did not perceive that they were most particularly directed against Lizzy, till the sermon waxed warm, and Stockdale nearly broke down with emotion.