And it is no use--no use! I do not know myself--this way.

My eyes--are wet.

It is not like me; there is nothing of me in this girl you hold so closely, so confidently.

...

I do care for you--how can I help it?
How could any woman help it?
Is not that enough ?" "Until you are a bride, yes." "A bride?
Stephen!--I cannot--" "You cannot help it, Sylvia." "I must! I have my way to go." "My way lies that way." "No! no! I cannot do it; it is not best for me--not best for you.