On this day she was more unstrung and more desolate than he had ever seen her.

At length, emboldened by his intense desire to help, and putting aside every obstacle, he had taken her hand and had said with all his heart in his voice: "Jane, you once told me you loved me.

Is it still true ?" He remembered how at first she had not answered, and how after a moment she had slowly withdrawn her hand and had replied in a voice almost inarticulate, so great was her emotion.
"Yes, John, and always will be, but it can never go beyond that--never, never.

Don't ask many more questions.

Don't talk to me about it.