A momentary selfishness, a momentary jealousy in either of them, and--where would _you_ have been ?" "No one knows how good Michael is better than I do," said Fay, "but what you don't seem to realise is how awful these years have been for _me_.
He has suffered, but sometimes I think I have suffered more than he has.
No, I don't _think_ it, I _know_ it.

He can't have suffered as much as I have." Magdalen put out her hand, and touched Fay's rough head with a tenderness that seemed new even to Fay, to whom she had been always tender.
"You have suffered more than Michael," she said.

"I have endured certain things in my life, but I could never have endured as you have done the loss of my peace of mind.

How have you lived through these two years?
What days and nights upon the rack it must have meant!" Oh! the relief of those words.

Fay leaned her head against her sister's knee, and poured forth the endless story of her agony.