Well, I will go." "Go where ?" "Where?
I don't know yet." "I am so very, very sorry.

But you must try--you must forget about it." He smiled.
"Yes, I must forget about it." "You will be yourself again--your old self--not weak like this, but giving others strength." "Yes," he said again, humoring her.
"Surely you can do it--you who had such strength.

And don't think hardly of me." "I think of you as I used to think of God," he said; and bent and kissed her hand.
"Oh, hush!" she cried.

"Pray don't!" He kissed her hand once again, and then straightened himself, and said: "Now I am going.

You must forget--or remember Millstead, not Territon.
And I--" "Yes, and you ?" "I will go, too, where I may find forgetfulness.