“I have yearned always,” he said softly, “for love given and returned; have spent my life in the attempt to give my love to those who were not worthy of it. Allow me this: to give my life for the sake of one who is.” I felt as though someone had knocked the wind from me. I hadn’t any breath, but struggled to form words. “Mr. Chr—Tom,” I said. “You mustn’t. Your life has—has value. You can’t throw it away like this!” He nodded, patient. “I know that. If it did not, this would not matter.”
What great writing... :'( Sad it comes at the end of such ridiculous melodrama. Tom Christie is a character I'm sad to say goodbye to. What a great send-off.
