"I am used to repenting," said she, bitterly. "Perhaps you will repent. You have already repented of loving me."
"All this will only make it uncommonly difficult for us to meet again. What friend have you besides me?"
"Quite true."
The words came like a low moan. At the same moment there flashed through her the wish that after promising himself a better happiness than that he had had with her, he might feel a misery and loneliness which would drive him back to her to find some memory of a time when he was young, glad, and hopeful. But no! he would go scathless; it was she that had to suffer.

"I am used to repenting," said she, bitterly. "Perhaps you will repent. You have already repented of loving me."
"All this will only make it uncommonly difficult for us to meet again. What friend have you besides me?"
"Quite true."
The words came like a low moan. Through her mind flashed the wish that he might feel a misery and loneliness which would drive him back to her. But no! he would go unscathed; it was she that had to suffer.
