Then I felt that if I had loved you as I ought, I should never have gone away." "I thought it best to kill your love outright," said Paul.
She lay back on her cushions, very fair, very alluring, very sad.

From where he sat he saw her face in its delicate profile, and he had a mighty temptation to throw himself on his knees by her side.
"I thought, too, you had killed it," she said.
"Still think so," said Paul, in a low voice.
She raised herself, bent forward, and he met the blue depths of her gaze.

"And you?
Your love ?" "I never did anything to kill it." "But I did." "No, you couldn't.

I shall love you to the hour of my death." He saw the light leap into her eyes.

"I only say it," he added somewhat coldly, "because I will lie to you no longer.