And I don't believe in a man belittling himself to the woman he loves, though it's just because he loves her so that he feels unworthy of her.

And then it comes over me again--badly sometimes--how little I really know of you, and of your life, and of your feelings towards the other men you must have had to do with--one other man in especial, may be, that you've loved, or may have thought you loved.

That's what I want to know about, my dear.' Her face was turned from his as she answered: 'What's the good of your knowing, Colin?
Whatever there was is past.' 'But IS it past.

Over and over again, I've started to ask you and have pulled back.

Now it's got like a festering sore in my heart, and I'm afraid it will go on festering unless I'm satisfied.