As my wife they shall never touch you.
I have learnt to love you more wisely, more tenderly, than of old; you shall have perfect freedom.

Lyndall, grand little woman, for your own sake be my wife! "Why did you send that money back to me?
You are cruel to me; it is not rightly done." She rolled the little red pencil softly between her fingers, and her face grew very soft.

Yet: "It cannot be," she wrote; "I thank you much for the love you have shown me; but I cannot listen.

You will call me mad, foolish--the world would do so; but I know what I need and the kind of path I must walk in.

I cannot marry you.