Don't you suppose I know ?"--almost with a sneer: "I won't have it--nor would you! It is you, not I, who have controlled this situation; and if you don't realise it I do.

I never doubted you even when you prattled to me of moderation.

_I_ know that you were not named with your name in mockery, or in vain." Dumb, thrilled, understanding in a blind way what this man had said, dismayed to find safety amid the elements of destruction, a sudden belief in herself--in him, too, began to flicker.

"Had the still small flame been relighted for her?
Had it never entirely died ?" "If--you will have me, Louis," she whispered.
"I don't love you.

I'm rather nearer than I ever have been just now.