Oh, surely it will come, after all that we have gone through together!" She looked at me very steadily and kindly through her tears.
"It has come, in a way," said she; "but it is not your way, Mr.Cole.

I do love you for your bravery and your--love--but that will not quite do for either of us." "Why not ?" I cried in an ecstasy.

"My darling, it will do for me! It is more than I dared to hope for; thank God, thank God, that you should care for me at all!" She shook her head.
"You do not understand," she whispered.
"I do.

I do.

You do not love me as you want to love." "As I could love--" "And as you will! It will come.