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Presently she let them fall slowly and looked vacantly with her brows

drawn--as if waiting for the return of sohts had gone out; so also had died the light of

her young life

She tried to realize what this was that had happened to her; but it was

so difficult--so difficult! Only a little while ago she had been happy

in the possession of Drake's love He had been hers--was her sweetheart,

her very own; he was to have been her husband; she was to have been his

wife

And nohat had happened? Was she dead--had she done so

which had turned his love for her to hate and driven hi of stupor passed, and the

truth, as she thought of it, came upon her with a rush and made her

press her hand to her heart as if a knife had stabbed it

Drake loved her no longer He had never loved her The woman he had

loved was the most beautiful of God's creatures, and Drake had only

turned to her--Nell--in a moment of pique And this wo voice; this worace itself, who carried herself like an empress--an eed her one

The fact caused such intense misery as to leave no room for resenter, one drop of bitterness