“«We needn't speak to understand each other,» she said.
«I don't believe that such a generous mistake as yours can hurt you for more than a little.»
«Oh Ralph, I'm very happy now,» she cried through her tears. «And remember this,» he continued, «that if you've been hated you've also been loved.
Ah but, Isabel—adored!» he just audibly and lingeringly breathed.
«Oh my brother!» she cried with a movement of still deeper prostration.
CHAPTER LV He had told her, the first evening she ever spent at Gardencourt, that if she should live to suffer enough she might some day see the ghost with which the old house was duly provided.”