by Henry James

“ He got up and "How you must have loved him!" he cried.
"Women aren't like men. They can love even where they've suffered."
"Women are wonderful," said Stransom. "But I assure you I've forgiven him too."
"If I had known of anything so strange I wouldn't have brought you here."
"So that we might have gone on in our ignorance to the last?" ”

“ They're mine in death because they were mine in life."
"HE was yours in life then, even if for a while he ceased to be. If you forgave him you went back to him. Those whom we've once loved--"
"Are those who can hurt us most," Stransom broke in. ”

“ He looked at her as never yet. "What was it he did to you?"
"Everything!" Then abruptly she put out her hand in farewell. "Good-bye."
He turned as cold as he had turned that night he read the man's death. "You mean that we meet no more?" ”