"You ought not to be troubled with me any more." "Let me be judge of that.

If you will persist in giving up this appointment, promise me at least to come to England.

That will break this spell of this--this terrible thing, and give you courage--again.
Promise me!" "No, no!--you are too good to me--too good;--let it end here.

It is much, much better so." Then she broke down a little.
She looked round her, like some hurt creature seeking a means of escape.
Her lips trembled.

She gave a low cry.