It shall be my pleasure to forget what you have confessed to me.

It is as if I never had heard." "Some men would presume greatly upon what I have told to you.

You are too good, I know, to be anything but a true friend," she said.
"I think I understand you," he said, a flush rising to his temples.
After all, she was a divine creature.

"You shall always find me the true friend you think I am." "Thank you." They were silent for a long time, gazing out over the sombre plain of water in melancholy review of their own emotions.

At last she murmured softly, wistfully, "I feel like an outcast.