If he loves me still he will forgive me.
If not, at least I shall not, all through my life, feel that I might have made it different could I have brought myself to speak a word.'" "I love you as much as ever," Frank said, taking her hand.

"I love you more for speaking as you have.

I can hardly believe my happiness.

Can it be that you really love me, Bertha ?" "I think I have proved it, Frank.

I do love you.