"You do not understand.

He really loved you--I know it.

He loved me, too.

Ah, how well! He has gone because--I can't tell you." "Oh, Jim, I hope--he loved--me," sobbed Nell, bursting into tears.
"His coldness--his neglect those--last few days--hurt me--so.

If he cared--as you say--I won't be--so--miserable." "We are both right--you when you say he will never return, and I when I say he loved us both," said Jim sadly, as the bitter certainty forced itself into his mind.
As she sobbed softly, and he gazed with set, stern face into the darkening forest, the deep, mellow notes of the church bell pealed out.