The note was mine.

Where is it ?" "Oh!" said Talbot, softly, lifting his hand to his throat, "and I loved her too, and she is yours.

Forgive me, Seymour, you won her honorably.
I was too confident,--a fool.

The note is gone into the sea.

We cannot quarrel about it now." "There can be no quarrel between us now, Talbot.