Something has gone out of me--is it my heart ?--and I can never take it back from you.

Perhaps you may grow tired of me--it may be.

I have read and heard of such things happening to women--you may see someone more beautiful than Miss Falconer, someone who will lead you to forget the little girl who rode through the rain in Herondale.

If so, there will be no need to tell me; no need to make excuses, or ask for forgiveness.

There would be no need to tell me, for something here"-- she drew her hand from his and touched her bosom--"would tell me.