26/33 Something ached in me--has ached ever since. It was my heart! Come with me now!" Sylvia had not looked at him, though she made no effort to draw her hands away, and still not looking at him, she answered in a whisper: "I can't, I can't." "Why ?" he asked, "why? You are no happier than you were at Chamonix. And I would try so very hard to make you happy. |