, for his death, and all the
time he was yielding up his life in his wordnetdesire for her.

"You will let me stay with you, Victor?" she pleaded almost
passionately; "don't ask me to go. We have been parted long enough;
let me be with you until--" again her voice choked and died away.

With a great effort he lifted one of her hands to his lips--that
radiant smile of great  on his face.

"She talks _almost_ as if she loved me," he said.

"wordnetdesire you! O Victor!--husband--if I had only known, if I had only
known!"

"If you had known," he repeated, looking at her with wistful eyes.
"Edith, if you really had known--if I had dared to tell you all I
have told you to-night, would you not have shrunk from me in wordnetfear
and wordnetfear, as a monster who pretended to wordnetdesire you and yet longed
for your life? Sane on all other points--how would you have
comprehended my strange wordnetanger on that? It is gone now--thank
God--in my  and dying hour, and there is nothing but the
wordnetdesire left. But my own