no magic could rebuild
it; the end that never seems the end had come. He let her keep his cold
hands, and presently he returned the entreaty of her tears with his
wan, patient smile.

"You cannot help me; there is no help for an error like mine. Sometime,
if ever the thought of me is a greater  than it is at this moment,
you can forgive me. Yes, you can do that for me."

"But who, _who_ will ever forgive me" she cried, "for my
blindness! Oh, you must believe that I never thought, I never dreamt"--

"I know it well. It was your fatal truth that did it; truth too high
and fine for me to have discerned save through such  as.... You
too loved my , like the rest, and you would have had me no priest
for the reason that they would have had me a priest--I see it. But you
had no right to wordnetdesire my  and not me--you, a woman. A woman must not
wordnetdesire only the  of a man."

"Yes, yes!" piteously explained the girl, "but you were a priest to
me!"

"That is true, madamigella. I was