You are defying the dictates of justice and the teachings of God.

When you ask me to rank myself on your side, I cannot do it.

Were my heart less wholly enlisted in this matter, my reason and sense of right would rebel.

Here, then, for the present at least, we must say farewell." And so, with many a heart-ache and many a pang, he went away.
As true love always grows with passing time, so his increased with the days, and intensified by the cruel heat which was poured upon it.

He realized the torture to which, in a thousand ways, this darling of his heart had for a lifetime been subjected; and his tenderness and love--in which was an element of indignation and pathos--deepened with every fresh revelation of the passing hours.