That made me angry--for the moment.

Before, you'd always spoken the truth." Ralph's book slid down upon his knee and fell upon the floor.

He rested his forehead on his hand and looked into the fire.

He was trying to recall the exact words in which he had made his proposal to Mary.
"I never said I loved you," he said at last.
She winced; but she respected him for saying what he did, for this, after all, was a fragment of the truth which she had vowed to live by.
"And to me marriage without love doesn't seem worth while," she said.
"Well, Mary, I'm not going to press you," he said.

"I see you don't want to marry me.