Even his eyes brightened and filled themselves, determined to lie with all of him that lied to her.
Had he hated her, had it been a vengeance to make her love him in payment of a past debt of wrong, it would have seemed less foully base in his own eyes.

But he liked her.

She had always trusted him and liked him too, and there had been only kindness between them always.

That made it worse, and he knew it.

But he could do the worst now, he thought, for he had altogether given over his soul, to leave it in hell, without hope.
"I pray God that I may be worthy of your love," said Veronica, gently and earnestly.
He drew her towards him by her little hand, and himself came softly nearer to her, till his other hand was on her shoulder, drawing her still.