"I know how wickedly I have acted.

Believe me, Gilbert, I am quite conscious of my unworthiness, and how little right I have to expect your forgiveness." "It is my weakness, rather than my merit, not to be able to cherish any angry feeling against you, Marian.

Mine has been a slavish kind of love.
I suppose that sort of thing never is successful.

Women have an instinctive contempt for men who love them with such blind unreasonable idolatry." "I do not know how that may be; but I know that I have always respected and esteemed you," she answered in her gentle pleading way.
"I am grateful to you even for so much as that.

And now I suppose I must say good-bye--rather a hard word to say under the circumstances.