I
did not wish to say so now; but I will answer your question boldly.
Tired of you! I fancy that a girl can never grow tired of her lover.
But I would sooner die in the struggle than be the cause of your
ruin. It would be better--in every way better."
"I have said nothing of being ruined."
"But listen to me. I should not die if you left me,--not be utterly
broken-hearted. Nothing on earth can I ever love as I have loved you.
But I have a God and a Saviour that will be enough for me. I can
turn to them with content, if it be well that you should leave me. I
have gone to them, and--" But at this moment she could utter no more
words. She had broken down in her effort, losing her voice through
the strength of her emotion. As she did not choose that he should see
her overcome, she turned from him and walked away across the grass.
Of course he followed her; but he was not so quick after her but that
time had been given to her to recover herself. "It is true," she
said. "I have the strength of which I tell you. Though I have given
myself to you as your wife, I can bear to be divorced from you
now,--now.
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