It cannot end so!" he groaned once or twice.
He never forgot for long his old spite against Time.
"It will never end for me," she murmured.
"Of what are you made, then, that you look forward to living on shadows ?--one would say, almost cheerfully! I believe you could be happy if you never saw me again!" "Even if that had to be," she answered gravely, "while I knew you loved me I should never be quite unhappy.

But you must find a way, while you can, to come sometimes; yes, you must come.".