You feel you have a claim to hear the truth; indeed, indeed, you have; but you will be forbearing and generous.

Release me, Wilfrid; I ask it as the last and greatest proof of the love you gave me.' He rose with a gesture of desperation.
'Emily, I cannot bear this! You are ill, my own darling; I should have waited till you were stronger.

I should have left you more time to turn your thoughts to me from these terrible things you have passed through.' He flung himself by her side, grasping her hands passionately.

'Dear one, how you have suffered! It kills me to look into your face.

I won't speak; let me only stay by you, like this, for a few minutes.