"It's too late except for one thing, Molly," he said. "If it isn't everything you're offering me--if you are keeping back a particle of yourself--body or soul--it is too late. I won't take anything from you unless I take everything--unless your whole happiness as well as mine is in your giving." Then before the look in her face, he held out his arms and stood waiting. End of Project Gutenberg's The Miller Of Old Church, by Ellen Glasgow