Bleak House by Charles Dickens Chapter 61 Page 25

to say. I never could say it as I wish — I never shall — but — "

I had to think again of being more deserving of his love and his affliction before I could go on.

" — I am deeply sensible of your generosity, and I shall treasure its remembrance to my dying hour. I know full well how changed I am, I know you are not unacquainted with my history, and I know what a noble love that is which is so faithful. What you have said to me could have affected me so much from no other lips, for there are none that could give it such a value to me. It shall not be lost. It shall make me better."

He covered his eyes with his hand and turned away his head. How could I ever be worthy of those tears?