28/30 But for her, I should have come perhaps to love Phebe with this same love; perhaps,--who knows ?--Phebe might so have loved me. As it is--Soeur Angelique you know what I am. You know if I am likely to deceive myself. What might have been, now can never be." He stood still a moment, looking full at her. It was wonderful how resolute and firm and yet brave and gentle too those merry brown eyes of his could become. |