She has so much to forgive that she can forgive that, too.

I can't pretend to accept it; I can't sit down and let it pass.

And then, it is n't only my feelings; it 's the right; it 's the justice.

I must say to her that you have no right to marry her; and beg of her to listen to me and let you go." "My dear Gordon, are you crazy ?" Bernard demanded, with an energy which, this time at least, was sufficiently real.
"Very likely I am crazy.

I am crazy with disappointment and the bitterness of what I have lost.