"I cannot pretend that I am not distressed; it would be false, and falsehood is not right.

You are very, very kind, and I thank you----" She broke off, as if she had been going to say something more but had wearily forgotten what it was.
"Oh, do not say that!" His voice was like one pleading to be spared a blow.

"I love you.

There is no greater joy to me on earth than to serve you." "Hush," she said; "don't say that.

I am very sorry for you, but sorrow must come to us all in some way." "Don't, don't!" he cried--"don't tell me that suffering is good.