I did this knowing you would never be my wife and you would be Willits's! I did it because you were my Madonna and my religion and I loved the soul of you and lived for you as men live to please the God they have never seen.

There were days and nights when I never expected to see you or any one else whom I loved again--but you never failed--your light never went out in my heart.
Don't you see now why you've got to love me?
What was it you loved in me once that I haven't got now?
How am I different?
What do I lack?
Look into my eyes--close--deep down--read my heart! Never, as God is my judge, have I done a thing since I last kissed your forehead, that you would have been ashamed of.

Do you think, now that you are free, that I am going back without you?
I am not that kind of a man." She half started from her seat: "Harry!" she cried in a helpless tone--"you do not know what you are saying--you must not--" He leaned over and took both her hands firmly in his own.
"Look at me! Tell me the truth--as you would to your God! Do you love me ?" She made an effort to withdraw her hands, then she sank back.
"I--I--don't know--" she murmured.
"YOU DO--search again--way down in your heart.

Go over every day we have lived--when we were children and played together--all that horror at Moorlands when I shot Willits--the night of Mrs.Cheston's ball when I was drunk--all the hours I have held you in my arms, my lips to yours--All of it--every hour of it--balance one against the other.

Think of your loneliness--not mine--yours--and then tell me you do not know! You DO know! Oh, my God, Kate!--you must love me! What else would you want a man to do for you that I have not done ?" He stretched out his arms, but she sprang to her feet and put out her palms as a barrier.
"No.