I shall never forget it.

Good-bye, love." He would have kissed her, but she turned her head aside and did not answer him a word.

Yet she was longing for his kiss and his words were music in her heart.

But that is the way with women; they wound themselves six times out of the half-dozen wrongs of which they complain.
The next moment she was sorry, Oh, so sorry, that she had sent the man she loved to an exhausting day of thought and work with an aching pain in his heart and his mental powers dulled.

She had taken all joy and hope out of his life and left him to fight his way through the hard, noisy, cruel hours with anxiety and fear his only companions.
"I am so sorry! I am so sorry!" she whispered.