The Silent Battle. Gibbs George

I know,” he went on slowly. “Too late for you to understand—too late to help, and yet–”

      “I beg that you will not go on,” she broke in quickly. “It can do no good.”

      “I must go on. I’ve got so much to say and such a little time to say it in. Perhaps, I won’t see you again. At least I won’t see you unless you wish it.”

      “Then you’ll not see me again.”

      He turned his head and examined her soberly.

      “That, of course, is your privilege. Don’t be too hard, if you can help it. Try and remember me, if you can, as I was before–”