An Unwilling Guest by Grace Livingston Hill
A wonderful wholesome romance
"Oh, I love him!" she said to herself, though not aloud, for it was a secret - too dear and sacred to be trusted even to darkness and dust.
"I love him better than my soul, and he has gone, gone, gone, forever probably! He does not love me. At least not in that way. But I am glad, glad that he cares for my soul. Oh, what shall I do?"
Over and over again her heart cried this pitiful wail. The proud girl had reached the depths of humiliation. She wished she could die; no, could be utterly exterminated, and yet, no, that was unworthy of one to whom it had been granted to love a man like that. She must not. But oh, what should she do?