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"
But
I
have
felt
worse
—
it
was
worse
to
think
ill
—
"
Dorothea
had
begun
impetuously
,
but
broke
off
.
Will
colored
.
He
had
the
sense
that
whatever
she
said
was
uttered
in
the
vision
of
a
fatality
that
kept
them
apart
.
He
was
silent
a
moment
,
and
then
said
passionately
—
"
We
may
at
least
have
the
comfort
of
speaking
to
each
other
without
disguise
.
Since
I
must
go
away
—
since
we
must
always
be
divided
—
you
may
think
of
me
as
one
on
the
brink
of
the
grave
.
"
While
he
was
speaking
there
came
a
vivid
flash
of
lightning
which
lit
each
of
them
up
for
the
other
—
and
the
light
seemed
to
be
the
terror
of
a
hopeless
love
.
Dorothea
darted
instantaneously
from
the
window
;
Will
followed
her
,
seizing
her
hand
with
a
spasmodic
movement
;
and
so
they
stood
,
with
their
hands
clasped
,
like
two
children
,
looking
out
on
the
storm
,
while
the
thunder
gave
a
tremendous
crack
and
roll
above
them
,
and
the
rain
began
to
pour
down
.
Then
they
turned
their
faces
towards
each
other
,
with
the
memory
of
his
last
words
in
them
,
and
they
did
not
loose
each
other
’
s
hands
.
"
There
is
no
hope
for
me
,
"
said
Will
.
"
Even
if
you
loved
me
as
well
as
I
love
you
—
even
if
I
were
everything
to
you
—
I
shall
most
likely
always
be
very
poor
:
on
a
sober
calculation
,
one
can
count
on
nothing
but
a
creeping
lot
.
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
.
The
rain
was
dashing
against
the
window
-
panes
as
if
an
angry
spirit
were
within
it
,
and
behind
it
was
the
great
swoop
of
the
wind
;
it
was
one
of
those
moments
in
which
both
the
busy
and
the
idle
pause
with
a
certain
awe
.
Dorothea
sat
down
on
the
seat
nearest
to
her
,
a
long
low
ottoman
in
the
middle
of
the
room
,
and
with
her
hands
folded
over
each
other
on
her
lap
,
looked
at
the
drear
outer
world
.
Will
stood
still
an
instant
looking
at
her
,
then
seated
himself
beside
her
,
and
laid
his
hand
on
hers
,
which
turned
itself
upward
to
be
clasped
.
They
sat
in
that
way
without
looking
at
each
other
,
until
the
rain
abated
and
began
to
fall
in
stillness
.
Each
had
been
full
of
thoughts
which
neither
of
them
could
begin
to
utter
.
