have nobly deserved everything that I can do for you, as long as we both live. Whatever the end is you shall know it.”
“And if I can ever be of help again, at any future time, long after the memory of my presumption and my folly is forgotten ”
I could add no more. My voice faltered, my eyes moistened in spite of me.
She caught me by both hands—she pressed them with the strong, steady grasp of a man—her dark eyes glittered—her brown complexion flushed deep—the force and energy of her face glowed
end would really be—gathered more and more darkly over my mind. Poignant as it was, the sense of suffering caused by the miserable end of my brief, presumptuous love seemed to be blunted and deadened by the still stronger sense of something obscurely impending, something invisibly threatening, that