What more was there to be said?
She came to him very gently, very humbly, and just touched his arm with her hand.

'Do you mean, George, that you have continued to care for me--always ?' 'Care for you?
I know not what you call caring.

Did I not swear to you that I would love you for ever and ever, and that you should be my own?
Did I not leave this house and go away,--till I could earn for you one that should be fit for you,--because I loved you?
Why should I have broken my word?
I do not believe that you thought that it was broken.' 'By my God, that knows me, I did!' As she said this she burst into tears and fell on her knees at his feet.
'Marie,' he said, 'Marie;--there is no use in this.

Stand up.' 'Not till you tell me that you will forgive me.

By the name of the good Jesus, who knows all our hearts, I thought that you had forgotten me.