He could bear it no longer; he cried, and called upon God to smite him.
She did not look up, but her poor hands pulled him back.

"You said I do not love you the same!" she moaned.
"Grizel!" he answered, as if in sad reproof; "it was not I who said that--it was you.

I put into words only what you have been telling me for the last ten minutes." "No, no," she cried.

"Oh, how could I!" He flung up his arms in despair.

"Is this only pity for me, Grizel," he implored, looking into her face as if to learn his fate, "or is it love indeed ?" "You know it is love--you know!" "But what kind of love ?" he demanded fiercely.