You must despise me.

But don't give me up entirely, for if I live, I'll do better.

I'll go away to Father and begin again." Rose tried to keep back the bitter drops, but they would fall, to hear him still speak hopefully when there was no hope.

Something in the mute anguish of her face seemed to tell him what she could not speak, and a quick change came over him as he grasped her hand tighter, saying in a sharp whisper: "Have I really got to die, Rose ?" Her only answer was to kneel down and put her arms about him, as if she tried to keep death away a little longer.

He believed it then, and lay so still, she looked up in a moment, fearing she knew not what.
But Charlie bore it manfully, for he had the courage which can face a great danger bravely, though not the strength to fight a bosom sin and conquer it.