It has done neither of us any good.

It has spoilt a part of my life.

Why should I keep silence, and let it go on to the end?
Do you know what it has made of me, this promise ?" He shrank back.
"Don't! I have done all I could!" "All you could!" she repeated, scornfully.

"You drew a diagram of your duty, and you have moved like a machine along the lines.

You talk like a Pharisee, Lawrence! Come! You knew me years ago! Do you find me changed?
Tell me the truth." "Yes," he admitted, "you are changed." She nodded.
"You admit that.