That night in the library, after he had told me all, he said, 'I will never look into your eyes again, I will never touch your hand;' and though we were in the same room together after that, and in the same house all this time, and though he knew I loved him so--he never looked at me, he never turned his eyes upon me; and I--I was willing to sin for him--to die for him.

I would have followed him to the ends of the earth, not twelve hours ago." "Hush, Pauline," said Richard huskily, "you don't know what you're saying--you are a child." "No, I'm not a child--after to-day, after to-night--I am not a child--and I know too well what I say--too well--too well.

Richard, you don't know what has been in my heart.

That night, he held me in his arms and kissed me--when he said good-bye.

Then I was innocent, for I was dazed by grief and had not come to my senses, after what he told me.