He felt her shudder, though she was not within two arm's-lengths of him.

He sprang to her side.
"Miss Meredith--Juliet--you have suffered! The world has been too hard for you! Let me do all I can to make up for it! I too know what suffering is, and my heart is bleeding for you!" "What! are you not part of the world?
Are you not her last-born--the perfection of her heartlessness ?--and will _you_ act the farce of consolation?
Is it the last stroke of the eternal mockery ?" "Juliet," he said, and once more took her hand, "I love you." "As a man may!" she rejoined with scorn, and pulled her hand from his grasp.

"No! such love as you can give, is too poor even for me.

Love you I _will_ not.

If you speak to me so again, you will drive me away.