"But he won't. Why should he,--if we are right in supposing that they who do good will be blessed for their good, and those who do evil cursed for their evil? I cannot do good. I cannot bring myself now not to wish that you would return to me. If you would come I should care nothing for the misery of that girl,--nothing, at least nothing now, for the misery I should certainly bring upon you. Look here;--will you have this back?" As she asked this she took from out her bosom a small miniature portrait of himself which he had given her in New York, and held it towards him.
"If you wish it I will,--of course," he said.

"But he won't. Why should he? I cannot do good. If you would come back to me I should care nothing for that girl's misery. Look here; will you have this back?" She took out a small miniature portrait of himself which he had given her in New York.
"If you wish it I will."
