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"
I
’
m
so
glad
when
I
look
back
to
think
that
we
have
nothing
to
reproach
ourselves
with
.
The
bitterness
of
life
is
not
death
,
the
bitterness
of
life
is
that
love
dies
.
(
She
’
d
heard
something
like
that
said
in
a
play
.
)
If
we
’
d
been
lovers
you
’
d
have
grown
tired
of
me
long
ago
,
and
what
should
we
have
now
to
look
back
on
but
regret
for
our
own
weakness
?
What
was
that
line
of
Shelley
’
s
that
you
said
just
now
about
fading
?
"
"
Keats
,
"
he
corrected
.
"
’
She
cannot
fade
though
thou
hast
not
thy
bliss
.
’
"
"
That
’
s
it
.
Go
on
.
"
She
was
playing
for
time
.
’
"
For
ever
wilt
thou
love
,
and
she
be
fair
.
’
"
She
threw
her
arms
wide
in
a
great
open
gesture
and
tossed
her
curly
head
.
She
’
d
got
it
.
"
It
’
s
true
,
isn
’
t
it
?
’
For
ever
wilt
thou
love
and
I
be
fair
.
’
What
fools
we
should
have
been
if
for
a
few
moments
’
madness
we
had
thrown
away
the
wonderful
happiness
our
friendship
has
brought
us
.
We
have
nothing
to
be
ashamed
of
.
We
’
re
clean
.
We
can
walk
with
our
heads
held
high
and
look
the
whole
world
in
the
face
.
"
She
instinctively
felt
that
this
was
an
exit
line
,
and
suiting
her
movements
to
the
words
,
with
head
held
high
,
backed
to
the
door
and
flung
it
open
.
Her
power
was
such
that
she
carried
the
feeling
of
the
scene
all
the
way
down
the
stairs
with
her
.
Then
she
let
it
fall
and
with
the
utmost
simplicity
turned
to
Charles
who
had
followed
her
.
"
My
cloak
.
"
"
The
car
is
there
,
"
he
said
as
he
wrapped
it
round
her
.
"
I
’
ll
drive
you
home
.
"
