And she could stand there and call herself his friend.

The cup was full.

Tommy nodded his head sorrowfully three times.
"So be it, Grizel," he said huskily; "so be it!" Sentiment could now carry him where it willed.

The reins were broken.
"I don't understand." Neither did he; but, "Why should you?
What is it to you!" he cried wildly.

"Better not to understand, for it might give you five minutes' pain, Grizel, a whole five minutes, and I should be sorry to give you that." "What have I said! What have I done!" "Nothing," he answered her, "nothing.