Even if I cared enough--and I don't--there is something unnatural about it.

Doesn't it strike you as horrible?
My brother, my cousins, my father, are all fighting the men of the nation whose cause you have espoused! There is a horrible, eternal cloud of hatred which it will take generations to get rid of, if ever it disappears.

How can we two speak of love! What part of the world could we creep into where people would not shrink away from us?
I may have lost a little of my heart to you, Bertram, I may miss you when you go away, I may waste weary hours thinking, but that is all.

Oh, you know that it must be all!" "I do not," he answered stubbornly.
"Oh, you must be reasonable," she begged, with a little break in her voice.

"You know very well that I ought not to listen to you.