I know not what the night, what the morrow may bring.

But I know forever I love you, and that if I live I shall surely come back.
Will you be glad?
Will you promise me welcome ?" I could feel her tremble, yet there was no shrinking in her face, no alarm.
"Oh, why were you compelled to say that! I tried so hard not to let you.
I--I cannot make the promise, it would not be right." "Not right!" "No, you do not know me.

I told you before I was a sham, a fraud, not what I appeared to be.

I will not explain even to you, and you must not ask me.

Only it hurts me to hear you say what you have, and be compelled to return this answer." "You care then--you do not disguise that ?" She threw her head back proudly, making no attempt to withdraw her hands.
"Yes, I care; any woman would.