You must believe me, Braden, when I say that I am glad for his sake that you are here.

He will die happily now." "He has suffered--so terribly ?" "It has been too horrible,--too horrible," she cried, suddenly covering her eyes and shivering as with a great chill.
The tears rushed to Braden's eyes.

"Poor old granddaddy," he murmured.
Then, after a second's hesitation, he turned and swiftly mounted the stairs.
Anne, watching him from below, was saying to herself, over and over again: "He will never forgive me, he will never forgive me." Later on, alone in the gloomy library, she sat staring at the curtained window through which the daylight came darkly, and passed final judgment upon herself after months of indecision: "I have been too sure of myself, too sure of him.
What a fool I've been to count on a thing that is so easily killed.

What a fool I've been to go on believing that his love would survive in spite of the blow I've given it.

I've lost him.