I have always known it was my duty to look after mother--nothing can change that, not even love.
She worked for us while we were little, and it is trouble that has made her what she is to-day.

You must see that I am right, George; you can't possibly help it." But he couldn't see it.

If the truth had been twice as evident, if Gabriella had been twice as reasonable, he could still have seen only his wishes.
"I am only asking you to do what is best for us both, Gabriella." "But how can it be best for me to become an ungrateful child, George ?" Neither of them wanted to quarrel, yet in a minute the barbed words were flying between them; in a minute they faced each other as coldly as if they had been strangers instead of adoring lovers.

At the last, he looked at her an instant in silence while she sat perfectly motionless with her deep eyes changing to gold in the sunlight; then, turning on his heel, without a word, he left the house, and walked rapidly over the coloured leaves on the pavement.

As he passed under the poplar tree the gray squirrel darted gaily along a bough over his head, but he did not look up, and a minute later Gabriella saw him cross the street and vanish beyond the pointed yew tree in the yard at the corner.
"I wonder if this is the end ?" she thought bitterly, and she knew that even if it were the end, that even if she died of it, she could never give way.