He heard again her last words, "I cannot do what is wrong, even for you." He stretched out his hands suddenly.
"You would not, Ruth," he said, half aloud; "you would not.

Neither will I do what I know to be wrong for you, so help me God! not even for you." The dawn was breaking, was breaking clear and cold, and infinitely far away; was coming up through unfathomable depths and distances, through gleaming caverns and fastnesses of light, like a new revelation fresh from God.

But Charles did not see it, for his head was down on the table, and he was crying like a child..