It's all over now--you love somebody else--but I shall never love anybody else: I can't! I don't want to! You are the last thing I kiss before I close my eyes; I shut them and kiss only the air--but it is your lips I feel; and you are the first thing I open them upon when I wake.

It will always be so, Kate--you are my body, my soul, and my life.

I shall never have you again, I know, but I shall have your memory, and that is sweeter and more precious to me than all else in the world!" "Harry!" There was a strange cadence in her voice--not of self-defence--not of recrimination--only of overwhelming pity: "Don't you think that I too have had my troubles?
Do you think it was nothing to me to love you as I did and have--" She stopped, drew in her breath as if to bolster up some inward resolution, and then with a brave lift of the head added: "No, I won't go into that--not to-day." "Yes--tell me all of it--you can't hurt me more than you have done.

But you may be right--no, we won't talk of that part of it.

And now, Kate, I won't ask you to stay any longer; I am glad I saw you--it was better than writing." He leaned forward: "Let me look into your face once more, won't you ?--so I can remember the better....