I knew it was all my fault; I said so.

But there's no help.
Let us go home now, please." Gifford rose silently, and they went together between the sweet-smelling borders, up to the rectory.

"I wish I could help you," he said wistfully, as she turned to say good-night at the foot of the steps.
"You cannot," she answered briefly.

"No one can; and there's nothing I can do to make up for it.

I cannot even die as an atonement.