I did love you then.

And by God's grace I do love you now--yea, before all men I declare it.

Once for a season of glorious forgetting, all too brief, I was yours to love, now I am yours to hate and to despise.

I tried to save you, but though you had my warning you would not go back or forget me.

Now it is too late!" As she spoke over the face of William Douglas there had come a glow--the red blood flooding up and routing the white determined pallor of his cheek.
"My lady," he answered her, gently, "be not grieved for a little thing that is past.