And so much has happened during the last eight or nine-and-twenty years, to occupy my mind, that I had grown indifferent and had practically forgotten the risks.

This was selfish, self-indulgent, lacking in consideration and reverence towards you, towards your peace of mind, your innocence .-- And for it, my darling, I beg your forgiveness." Damaris sat up in the bed, raised her face to be kissed.
"No--no," she implored him, "don't say that.

I can't bear to have you say it--to have you speak as if you had been, could ever be anything but beautiful and perfect towards me.

I can't have you, not even for a little minute, step down, from the high place, which is your own, and talk of forgiveness.

It hurts me .-- I begin to understand that your world, a man's world, is different to my world--the world, I mean, in which I have been brought up.