"Or, if I could, it would tear me all to pieces; and there would be nothing left but my love to God, which is His already.

All of me, except that, is love for you." "God and heaven seem unreal--unsubstantial, at any rate--compared with you," said Bressant, striking his hand heavily upon the arm of the rustic bench.

"My love for you is greater than for them!" "Oh, stop! hush!" cried Sophie, flinching back as if she had received a mortal thrust.

The light of indignation and repulse in her gray eyes was awful to Bressant, and his own dropped beneath it.

"Have you no respect for your soul ?" she continued, presently.