It was hard work trying to hate her, and I gave it up at last.

One time when her hand hovered by me I caught it going past, kissed it, and burst into tears.

"Forgive me," I said; "you are an angel, and I--" I felt that I had been something very evil in the past few days.

"My poor little nervous darling!" she said, down on her knees, with her arms about me, "what shall we do to make you strong ?" "Little" she called me, though I was as tall as she.

I acknowledged her superior greatness for compelling love, and letting the bitterness roll out of my heart for the time, like a huge load, I laid my head upon her shoulder for a long miserable cry.