You know how much I admire your talent.

I believe I could help it--serve it; I would be its willing slave, and yours, Heaven knows!" "I don't want any slave--nor any slavery.

I want to be free always.

Now do you see?
I don't care for you, and I never could in the old way; but I should have to care for some one more than I believe I ever shall to give up my work.

Shall we go on ?" She looked at her sketch.
"No, we shall not go on," he said, gloomily, as he rose.
"I suppose you blame me," she said, rising too.
"Oh no! I blame no one--or only myself.