Unless there is something I can do to help you, I would rather not see you again." "No," whispered Mercy.

"That is best." "And if the time ever comes, darling, when you need me, ...

or trust me ...
again, will you write to me and say so ?" "Yes," sobbed Mercy, and Stephen left her.

On the threshold of the door, he turned and fixed his eyes upon her with one long look of sorrow, compassion, and infinite love.

Her heart thrilled under it.