Father would be glad to think that Frank Harmon was dead , but he does not think he is . He says he was always a fickle-minded fellow , one fancy driving another out of his mind . Oh , I can bear my own misery -- but to think what I have brought on you ! I never dreamed that you could care for me . I was so lonely and your friendship was so pleasant -- can you ever forgive me ? '' `` There is nothing to forgive , as far as you are concerned , Lynde , '' said Alan steadily . `` You have done me no wrong . I have loved you sincerely and such love can be nothing but a blessing to me . I only wish that I could help you . It wrings my heart to think of your position . But I can do nothing -- nothing . I must not even come here any more . You understand that ? '' `` Yes . '' There was an unconscious revelation in the girl 's mournful eyes as she turned them on Alan . It thrilled him to the core of his being . She loved him . If it were not for that empty marriage form , he could win her , but the knowledge was only an added mocking torment . Alan had not known a man could endure such misery and live . A score of wild questions rushed to his lips but he crushed them back for Lynde 's sake and held out his hand .
`` Good-bye , dear , '' he said almost steadily , daring XXXXX say no more lest he should say too much .
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