It is impossible for us ever to belong to each other. It is perhaps base of me to have asked for a word from you. I meant to go away into silence, but I have not been able to do what I meant.” “Don’t be sorry,” said Dorothea, in her clear tender tones. “I would rather share all the trouble of our parting.” Her lips trembled and so did his. It was never known which lips were the first to move towards the other lips, but they kissed tremblingly, and then they moved apart.
