You are going to be happy now." "You have suffered too," she said, reddening.
"Not like you.

It has been worst for you.

I never guessed that you had felt my imprisonment so much as I see now by your face you have." "Not have felt it! Not have suffered from it!" said Fay, amazed.
"Michael, how could I help grieving day and night over it ?" The question almost rose to his lips, "Why then did you not release me ?" But the words were not spoken.

There is one pain which we need not bear, but which some of us never rest till we have drawn it upon ourselves, that of extorting from the one we love vain excuses, unconscious lies, feeble, inadequate explanations that explain nothing.

Let be.