Your words make it spring up into a whole palace of beauty; but it is in the air,--it is in the air! You know what I mean: it must always be giving with me; she will never care.
She never could, having loved once.

And it is curious, Helen, but in a certain paradoxical way I'm content she shouldn't.

She would not be the woman she is, if she could love twice." Helen smiled in the darkness.

"Gifford"-- she began.
But he interrupted her, flinging his head back, in impatient despair.
"No, it cannot be, or it would have been, don't you see?
Don't encourage me, Helen; the kindest thing you can do is to kill any hope the instant it shows its head.

There was a time, I was fool enough to think--it was just after the engagement was broken.