But I couldn't! I left her, and I wrote to your brother--just a quick scrawl.

I told him just what I'd done; I asked his pardon, and I said I would not marry him.

I posted the letter, but he never got it.
That was the afternoon he was killed.

That's all, Bibbs.

Now you know what I did--and you know--ME!" She pressed her clenched hands tightly against her eyes, leaning far forward, her head bowed before him.
Bibbs had forgotten himself long ago; his heart broke for her.