That's the way most girls love nowadays, and you know yourself, Van, that Dolly Haight really loves me more than you do." She gathered up her books and went on after a pause, straightening up, ready to go: "If I should let myself think of what you have done, I feel--as if--as if--why, dreadful--I--that I should hate you, loathe you; but I try not to do that.

I have been thinking it all over since the other night.

I shall always try to think of you at your best; I have tried to forget everything else, and in forgetting it I forgive you.

I can honestly say that," she said, holding out her hand, "I forgive you, and you must forgive me because once, by deceiving myself, I deceived you, and made you think that I cared for you in that way when I didn't." As their hands fell apart Turner faced him and added, with tears in her eyes: "You know this must be good-bye for good.
You don't know how it hurts me to tell you.

I know it looks as if I were deserting you when you were alone in the world and had most need of some one to influence you for the good.