Let them lie--buried in oblivion.

They're not worth resurrecting.' 'No, but,'-- he persisted--thinking all the while of that letter--'Bridget, I must ask you this one thing.

Is there any man in the world you care for more than you care for me?
I know,' he added sadly, 'that you don't love in the way I love you--in the way I'd like to be loved by you.

I know that's too much to expect--yet.' The melancholy note in his speech touched her.
'I told you that I do WANT to love you, Colin--only I can't help being what I am,' she said softly.

She looked up at him in the pale brightness of the thin moon and myriad stars.