"It will only be pain to you, Gregory: Will she like to have you near her ?" There was an answer he might have made, but it was his secret, and he did not choose to share it.

He said only: "I am going." "Will you be gone long, Gregory ?" "I do not know; perhaps I shall never come back.

Do what you please with my things.

I cannot stay here!" He rose from his seat.
"People say, forget, forget!" he cried, pacing the room.

They are mad! they are fools! Do they say so to men who are dying of thirst--forget, forget?
Why is it only to us they say so! It is a lie to say that time makes it easy; it is afterward, afterward that it eats in at your heart! "All these months," he cried bitterly, "I have lived here quietly, day after day, as if I cared for what I ate, and what I drank, and what I did! I care for nothing! I cannot bear it! I will not! Forget! forget!" ejaculated Gregory.