"You must not torture me, Madaline, with further pleading.

I cannot--that is sufficient." He rose and walked with rapid steps down the shore.

How bard it was, how terrible--bitter almost as the anguish of death! She was by his side again, walking in silence.

He would bare given the whole world if he could have taken her into his arms and have kissed back the color into her sad young face.
"Norman," said a low voice, full of bitterest pain, "I am come to say good-by.

I am sorry I have done harm--not good.