I spoke but few words when I heard that confession, and left her forever.
'The time may come,' I told her, 'when I shall forgive _you_.

But the man who has robbed me of you shall rue the day when you and he first met.' Don't ask me who he was! I have yet to discover him.

The treachery had been kept secret; nobody could tell me where to find him; nobody could tell me who he was.

What did it matter?
When I had lived out the first agony, I could rely on myself--I could be patient, and bide my time." "Your time?
What time ?" "The time when I and that man shall meet face to face.

I knew it then; I know it now--it was written on my heart then, it is written on my heart now--we two shall meet and know each other! With that conviction strong within me, I volunteered for this service, as I would have volunteered for anything that set work and hardship and danger, like ramparts, between my misery and me.