Can't you see?
Can't you see ?" Morewood rose and paced up and down.
"Now--now can you judge?
You say you knew--did you know that ?" "Do you still believe all that ?" "Yes, all, and more than all.

For a moment--a day--perhaps a week, I drove myself to doubt.

I tried to doubt--I rejoiced in it.

But I cannot.
As God is above us, I believe all that." "If you break this vow you think you will be-- ?" "The creature I have said?
Yes--and worse." "I think the vow utter nonsense," said Morewood again.
"But if you thought as I think, then would your love--yes, and would a girl's heart, weigh with you ?" Morewood stood still.
"I can hardly realize it," he said, "in a man of your brain.

But--" "Yes ?" said Stafford, looking at him almost as if he were amused, for his sudden outburst had left him quite calm.
"If I believed that, I'd cut off my hand rather than break the vow." "I knew it!" cried Stafford, "I knew it!" Morewood was touched with pity.
"If you're right," he said, "it won't be so hard to you.