Emily's face was strung into a hard intensity.

He laid his hand once more upon hers, and spoke with self-control.
'You do not know the strength of a man's love.

In that moment it touched the borders of hate.

I know that your mind is incapable of such a suspicion; try to think what it meant to be possessed for an instant by such frenzy.' 'You felt able to hate me ?' she said, with a shake in her voice which might have become either a laugh or a sob.

'Then there are things in love that I shall never know.' 'Because your soul is pure as that of the angels they dream of.