The moment I had spoken, memory rebuked my transient oblivion.

She must believe it an intentional sarcasm.

How could I be so careless of the feelings of one so gentle and so kind?
"I know _I_ am selfish," she said.

"I have told you my weakness,--sin it may be,--and I deserve the reproach." "You cannot think I meant it as such.

You know I could not.