"I don't love you any more myself.

I don't hate you, but I certainly don't love you." "I stole your laurels," said Margaret, and she seemed to snap out the words.
"You could have had the laurels," said Annie, "without stealing, if I could have given them to you.

It is not the laurels that matter.

It is you." "I will kill myself if it ever is known," said Margaret in a low horrified whisper.

She cowered.
"It will never be known unless you yourself tell it," said Annie.
"I cannot tell," said Margaret.