And that makes it worse: to have given me such sweet hopes, only to crush both them and me.

And is not this cruel of you to weep so and let me see your penitence--when it is too late ?" "Alas! how can I help my regrets?
I have insulted so good a friend." There was a sad silence.

Then as he looked at her, her looks belied the charge her own lips had made against herself.
A light seemed to burst on Edouard from that high-minded, sorrow-stricken face.
"Tell me it is false!" he cried.
She hid her face in her hands--woman's instinct to avoid being read.
"Tell me you were misled then, fascinated, perverted, but that your heart returned to me.

Clear yourself of deliberate deceit, and I will believe and thank you on my knees." "Heaven have pity on us both!" cried poor Rose.
"On us! Thank you for saying on us.

See now, you have not gained happiness by destroying mine.