Why should I have doubted her?
My faith in her was implicit.

Why should I have even thought you would repent?
More than once I was on the point of running away.

But she would not let me go.
She said that I must not be cruel to you--that you loved me so dearly that to lose me would prove a death-blow.

So I believed her, and, against my will, staid on." "I wish you had told me this," he said, slowly.
She raised her eyes to his.
"You would not let me speak, Norman.

I tried so often, dear, but you would not let me." "I remember," he acknowledged; "but, oh, my darling, how little I knew what you had to say! I never thought that anything stood between us except your poverty." They remained silent for a few minutes--such sorrow as theirs needed no words.