Indeed, I cannot bear any more.

Let me go.

Good-bye." She was growing of a more deathly paleness every moment, and the hand she offered him was cold as ice.
"Good-bye, then," he replied.

"I am to consider all the past as a pleasant dream, am I ?" She raised her heavy, aching eyes to his face.

His reproaches, if he had any to make, died away before that look, which betrayed endurance, taxed to the utmost--a burden on her own heart far heavier than that she laid on his.