"Don't speak about it, Helena. For heaven's sake, don't! I've fought this battle with myself before, and I can't fight it over again—with your eyes upon me too, your voice in my ears, and your presence by my side."
He was trying to move away, and she was still clinging to his arm.
"Don't speak about our love, either. All that is over now. You must know it is. There is a barrier between us that can never——"
His voice was breaking and he was struggling to tear himself away from her, but she leapt to her feet and cried—
"Gordon, you shall hear me—you must!" and then he stopped short and looked at her.
"You think you were the cause of my father's death, but you were not," she said.
His mouth opened, his lips trembled, he grew deadly pale.
"You think, too, that there is a barrier of blood between us, but there is no such thing."
"Take care of what you are saying, Helena."
"What I am saying is the truth, Gordon—it is God's truth."