But I held them in mine.

They were icy cold.

The action seemed to calm her frenzy.
'You cannot forget,' I returned quietly; 'but all this time, all these weary years, you might have learned to forgive Robert.' 'Nay, I will have nothing to do with forgiving,' was the hard answer.
'And yet you say you love him, Phoebe.

Why, the very devils would laugh at such a notion of love.' 'Didn't I say I both loved and hated him ?' very fiercely.
'Speak the truth, and say you hate him, and God forgive you your sin.

But it is a greater one than Robert has committed against you.' 'How dare you say such things to me, Miss Garston ?' trying to free her hands; but still I held them fast.