Before the blaze of that righteous wrath, Cargrim, livid and trembling, crept away like a beaten hound.
CHAPTER XXXIX
ALL'S WELL THAT ENDS WELL
'Bell! Bell! do not give me up.'
'I must, Gabriel; it is my duty.'
'It is your cruelty! Ah, you never loved me as I love you.'
'That is truer than you think, my poor boy. I thought that I loved you, but I was wrong. It was your position which made me anxious to marry you; it was your weak nature which made me pity you. But I do not love you; I never did love you; and it is better that you should know the truth before we part.'
'Part? Oh, Bell! Bell!'
'Part,' repeated Bell, firmly, 'and for ever.'