Let us set the one wrong against the other;
let both be forgotten. Forgive me, and I will forgive you, and let us
make peace--if not now, then in a little while, when your heart is not
so sore--and go right away from Edward Cossey and Ida de la Molle and
Honham and Boisingham, into some new part of the world where we can
begin life again and try to forget the past."
She looked up at him and shook her head mournfully, and twice she
tried to speak and twice she failed. The third time her words came.
"You do not understand me," she said. "You are very kind and I am very
grateful to you, but you do not understand me. I cannot get over
things so easily as I know most women can; what I have done I never
can undo. I do not blame him altogether, it was as much or more my
fault than his, but having once loved him I cannot go back to you or
any other man. If you like I will go on living with you as we live,
and I will try to make you comfortable, but I can say no more."
"Think again, Belle," he said almost pleadingly; "I daresay that you
have never given me credit for much tenderness of heart, and I know
that you have as much against me as I have against you. But I have
always loved you, and I love you now, really and truly love you, and I
will make you a good husband if you will let me.
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