Rose of the World by Egerton Castle — Read

Despondency was beginning to creep over even Harry English's dauntless spirit: in the next sheet Rosamond took up -- she had to peer closer now in the gathering dusk -- for the first time he expressed doubt of their reunion.

You will go back to England (he wrote). You will go to the old Mother. My poor girl, I feel as if I had broken your life. But you are young and she is very strong. She will take you to that deep heart of hers, where I have been so well all my life; and you will both always remember that it is for England. And if you forget me, oh Rosamond, my Rosamond, you are young, you will forget! -- no, I will write no more in this strain. I won't bind you; but there are things that a man in his living flesh cannot regard without rebellion, whatever his sense of justice may tell him. The dead will be quiet. Sometimes I think I am a little mad.