If there is no man before me, I will win you yet! There is little reason, God knows, why you should care for me, but I shall strive to make that reason greater!" "There is reason," answered Jacqueline.

"I think highly, highly of you! You would make a woman happy;--all her life she would travel a sunny road! I prize your friendship--I am loth to lose it.

But as for me,"-- she locked her hands against her breast,--"there is that within me that cries, _The shadowed road!--the shadowed road!"_ She rose, and Cary rose with her.

"Forgive me," she said.

"Is it not cruel that we hurt each other so?
Forgive--forget." "I would forgive you," he answered, with emotion, "the suffering and the sorrow of a thousand lives.