but--but now I must tell you.

The Lord may forgive me, but you cannot." "Carlia, I have long since forgiven you." "Oh, of my little foolish ways, of course; but, Dorian, you don't know--" "But, Carlia, I do know.

And I tell you that I have forgiven you." "The terrible thing about me ?" "The unfortunate thing and the great sorrow which has come to you, and the suffering--yes, Carlia, I know." "I can't understand your saying that." "But I understand." "Who told you ?" "Mrs.Whitman." "Have you been there ?" "Yes." "Dorian!" She stared past him through the open window into the western sky.

The upper disk of the sun sank slowly behind the purple mountain.
The flaming underlining of a cloud reflected on the open water of the marshland and faintly into the room and on to the pale face of the girl.

Presently, she arose, swayed and held out her arms as if she was falling.