Fay's self torture, her protracted anguish, her coward misery, these were written as it were anew in her pallid face.

They had been partially effaced during the heedless happiness of the last few weeks, but the sudden shock of Michael's presence drew in again afresh with a cruel pencil the haggard lines of remorse and despair.
He had not been able to shield her from pain after all.
"Oh, Fay!" he said below his breath.

"How you have suffered." "No one knows what it has been," she said hoarsely, sinking into a chair, trembling too much to stand.

"I could not live through it again.
I couldn't bear it, and I had to bear it." "You will never have to bear it again," he said with compassion.

"It is over and done with.