I think he has given me up.

I know not what he means to do, but I think he means to let me have my own way.

I think I should have been silent to the last, but that I saw my mother to-day.

I saw her! I saw her! * * * * * "And now you will tell her all--everything," I said, squeezing her hands, while the tears were raining down my face.
"Margery, Margery!" cried Rachel, "how can I give up Arthur?
Here he has come to me after these years of waiting, and presses me to name a day for our marriage, and I am to meet him with a story like this! He would despise me." "I think," said I, "that if he be a generous man he will forgive you.
After loving you so long, he will not give you up so easily.

And your mother," I added.