You have carried them so long alone." His face lay against hers now, her hand still clasped tight in his.

For an instant she did not answer or move; then she straightened a little and lifted her cheek from his.
"John," she said--it was the first time in all her life she had called him thus--"you wouldn't love me if I should consent.

You have work to do here and I now have work to do on the other side.

We cannot work together; we must work apart.

Your heart is speaking, and I love you for it, but we must not think of it now.