She clasped her hands tightly.

Lessingham seemed conscious of his advantage, and leaned towards her.
"If I were not offering you my whole life," he pleaded, "believe me, I would not open my lips.

If I were thinking of episodes, I would throw myself into the sea before I asked you to give me even your fingers.

But you, and you alone, could fill the place in my life which I have always prayed might be filled, not for a year or even a decade of years, but for eternity." "Oh, but you forget!" she faltered.
"I remember so much," he replied, "that I know it is hard for you to speak.

There are bonds which you have made sacred, and your fingers shrink from tearing them asunder.