But sometimes he had a despairing feeling, that her image was so incorporated with his very soul, that he might as well strive to drive away a part of himself.
He had no longer any jealousy of Lawrence Prescott.

One day Lawrence had come to the shop when he was at work, and asked to speak to him a moment outside.

He told him how matters stood between himself and Elmira.

"I like your sister," Lawrence had said, soberly and manfully.

"I don't see my way clear to marrying her yet, and I told her so.