I cared more for you than you'll ever know.' Her hands trembled at her sides and her lips moved, but her eyes remained steadfast.
'I know your good heart, Harry,' she said in a voice almost harsh from the restraint put upon her.

'I will bless you and pray for you while I live, but I can never be your wife.

You are mad to think of me.

Some day you will be glad I refused to listen to you, and grateful to me for what I have done.' 'Grateful!' he cried.

'To be grateful I must learn to hate you.