It's best for you to forget me.

I've brought you only pain and dishonor." She did not weep.

But the sweet bloom and life died out of her face.
She looked haggard and sad, all at once stunted; and her hands dropped listlessly; and her head drooped in slow, final acceptance of a hopeless fate.
"Jane, look there!" cried Venters, in despairing grief.

"Need you have told her?
Where was all your kindness of heart?
This girl has had a wretched, lonely life.

And I'd found a way to make her happy.