I shall be calmer presently.
But if you knew the anguish of the wound you have inflicted, you would not add to it." "Heaven knows I would not!" she returned, motioning him to rise.

"And, if it will lighten your suffering, know that the love I feel for another--if love, indeed, it be,--is as hopeless as your own.

But it is not a love of which even _you_ could be jealous.

It is a higher and a holier passion.

It is affection mixed with admiration, and purified from all its grossness.