I saw it myself." Florence clasped his hands together, and bent his eyes in doubt and wonder upon the floor.
"Did she complain of coldness and change in me ?" he inquired.
"Yes, often.

And returned, last night, to leave you free, doubting not that you had ceased to love her." "Ceased to love her! While this sad work has been going on, I have loved her with the agony of one who is about losing earth's most precious thing.

Oh! write to her for me, and explain all.

How strange has been my infatuation.

Will you write for me ?" "Yes." "Say that my heart has not turned from her an instant.