With it you must be content to leave me.
There is nothing more that I can give you, absolutely nothing.

I can never be your wife; I hope, for your sake and mine, that we never meet again." She did not break down, or hesitate in the utterance of these words, although there was a piteous tremble on her lips, a pathetic appeal in her eyes.

Brant stood like a statue, his face grown white.

He did not in the least doubt her full meaning of renunciation.
"You will, at least, tell me why ?" It was all that would come to his dry lips.
She sank back upon the sofa, as though the strength had suddenly deserted her body, her eyes shaded by an uplifted hand.
"I cannot tell you.

I have no words, no courage.