"Not ill with any defined sickness. You do not shake with ague, nor does your head rack you with aching; but yet you may be ill. Think of what has passed between us. Must you not be ill when you seek to put an end to all that without any cause assigned."
"You will not hear my reasons,"--she was still kneeling before him and looking up into his face.
"I will hear them if you will tell me that they refer to any supposed faults of my own."
"No, no, no!"

"Not with any defined sickness. You do not shake with fever; but yet you must be ill."
"You will not hear my reasons," she said, still kneeling before him and looking up into his face.
"I will hear them if you refer to supposed faults of my own."
"No, no!"
