Gelett Burgess

“ I will leave as soon as possible!" she exclaimed.
"You cannot leave yet. Let Lady Felvex be your friend, instead of me."
"I am a hypocrite in her house. I can't bear that."
"You need no excuses. You saved my life. That is enough."
"Let me think. I had thought that I had finished with thinking, but I must begin again. So I thought I had finished with feeling, and I felt again. Never mind. Some time, Lord Felvex, you may know what I have suffered. Should that time come, you may forgive me." ”

“ Nomé winced at the phrase. "You are dangerously near a forbidden topic, Lord Felvex," she said.
"I want to be honest with you, that's all. I know the result well enough. You are my guest, and you cannot leave, but isn't it better to be honest than to pretend?"
"Perhaps it is; I don't know. Sometimes we haven't the power of choice."
"I have found you again so wonderfully, Nomé! I could bear to have you think the worst of me while you were out of my world. ”

“ I have clung to that old love of you through two long years of pain, holding it to my breast as the one greatest thing of my life. All I sacrificed for it had made it more, dear to me. Then, my doubts of you at last killed it. Surely it died! Then came another, a greater emotion even than that. I could not have embraced it had not that old love died. But I did embrace it; it has grown, it has filled my life. It has given me peace, if not happiness. And now—comes doubt. If I believe you, must I return to that old love to prove myself true? ”