I've come up here this afternoon to ask you to be my wife.

I don't ask you to _say_ that you love me.

I don't want to put you in such a position as that.

I know you don't love me, but--" "Simmy! Oh, Simmy!" she cried out, a hysterical laugh in her throat that died suddenly in a strange, choking way.

She was looking at him now with wide, comprehending eyes.
"I can't bear to see you married to that old man, Anne," he went on.