I loved him next to you." She knew that so well that she did not answer him.

Her love for Roland Sefton lived still; but it was altogether changed from the bright, girlish admiration and trustful confidence it had once been.

His conduct had altered life itself to her; it was colder and darker, with deeper and longer shadows in it.

And now there was coming the darkest shadow of all.
"Read this," he said, opening the "Phaedo," and pointing to some words with his crooked and trembling finger.

She stooped her head till her soft cheek rested against his with a caressing and soothing touch.
"I go to die, you to live; but which is best God alone can know," she read.