I just wanted to get back to Moravia, not knowing she had left Paris for Rome--and then I crossed in July--and came here to Brittany and saw and bought Heronac as I told you before.

I heard then that you had not returned from China or made any sign--and it seemed all so cruel and ruthless, and as there were no longer any ties between us I thought that I would crush you from my life and forget you, and that I would educate myself and make something of my mind." "Oh, my dear, my dear little girl," Michael sighed.

"If you knew how all this is cutting me to the heart to think of the awful brute I have been--to think of you bearing things all alone--I somehow never realized the possibility of this happening--but once or twice when it did cross my mind I thought of course you would have cabled to me if so--I am simply appalled now at the casual selfishness of my behavior--can you ever forgive me, Sabine ?" She smoothed back his dark thick hair and looked into his bold eyes, now soft and glistening with tears.
"Of course I can forgive you, Michael--I belong to you, you see----" So when he had kissed her enough in gratitude and contrition he besought her to go on.
"The years passed and I thought I had really forgotten you--and my life grew so peaceful with the Pere Anselme and Madame Imogen here at Heronac, and all sorts of wonderful and interesting studies kept developing for me.

I seemed to grow up and realize things and the memory of you grew less and less--but society never held out any attractions for me--only to be with Moravia.

I had taken almost a loathing for men; their actions seemed to me all cruel and predatory, not a single one attracted me in the least degree--until this summer at Carlsbad when we met Henry.