I'm not worse than others; I'm not half so bad as fifty older fellows who ought to know better; but I'm _sorry_, and 'tisn't easy to say that, for I'm as proud, proud as the devil, proud as you; and if it were to my Maker, what more can I say?
I'm sorry, and if Heaven forgives us when we repent, I think our wretched fellow-mortals may.' 'Captain Devereux, I've nothing to forgive,' said the parson, kindly.
'But I tell you, Sir, this cruel, unmeaning separation will be my eternal ruin,' cried Devereux.

'Listen to me--by Heaven, you shall.

I've fought a hard battle, Sir! I've tried to forget her--to _hate_ her--it won't do.

I tell you, Dr.Walsingham, 'tis not in your nature to comprehend the intensity of my love--you can't.

I don't blame you.