My heart had not the smallest part in it.

He was given up by the doctors, they thought he might die any day--in such a case one gives oneself is one would offer him a cup of tisane--the action of a Good Samaritan." "Your defense," he said grimly, as he freed himself from her grasp, "is far worse than any reproach I might bring against you.

You never loved him?
Your heart had no part in this childish folly?
That makes it all the uglier--then it becomes unpardonable.

Love alone could extenuate such a fault to some degree." He turned to leave the room, but she threw herself upon him and clung to him.
"You are right--quite right, darling," her voice half-choked with terror and excitement; "but forgive me--forgive me for the sake of my love to you.

That story belongs to the past, and the past is buried--buried forever.