But a painful tear came to her eyes when he said that she loved him less.

It almost unmanned him, but he proceeded, for her good: "I daresay you still care for me a little, as the rank and file of people love.

What right had I, of all people, to expect a love so rare and beautiful as yours to last?
It had to burn out, like a great fire, as such love always does.

The experience of the world has proved it." "Oh!" she cried, and her body was rocking.

If he did not stop, she would weep herself to death.
"Yes, it seems sad," Tommy continued; "but if ever man knew that it served him right, I know it.