“O my love, my love, why do I love you so! For she you love is not my real self, but one in my image; the one I might have been.” Her lip lifted slightly, though there was little scorn as a rule in her large and impulsive nature. “I have said I will not take anything more from you, and I will not - I can not! I should be your creature to go on doing that; and I won’t! “ I have said so, often. It is true. I have never really and truly loved you, and I think I never can.” She added mournfully: “Perhaps of all things a lie on this thing would do the most good to now; but I have honor enough left, little as’its, not to tell that lie. If I did love you I may have the best o’causes for letting you know it. But I don’t.”