I was your master, too.

I held my own soul by no diviner right than I held your love and owed you mine.

I understand it, now, when it is too late."-- He wiped the cold drops from his face.--"Now do you know whether it is remorse I feel, when I think how I put this purer self away,--how I went out triumphant in my inhuman, greedy brain,--how I resolved to know, to be, to trample under foot all weak love or homely pleasures?
I have been punished.

Let those years go.

I think, sometimes, I came near to the nature of the damned who dare not love: I would not.