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I had not forgotten Mr Chance This fact annoyed otten man may remember a woman, and preserve his self-respect, if not his otten wo Not that I was brooding over Mr Chance--far froht very little of hi; but in spite of all that, I could not quite forget the iay little squirrel, and again the day the poor mother went down into the deep, dark water with her child held close to her agonized heart The feeling I experienced for him on that awful day, was unique in irl as far as men were concerned--I was not an iht of a ht, and above all to take pleasure in dwelling upon it, meant more than it would have one, but it was far enough--too far, considering his evident indifference, and I was humiliated, for the first time in my life, over my attitude toward a man This mortification induced me to treat Mr Chance even h his trifling with Miss Sprig would have called forth some coolness of conduct under any circumstances

I had abundant opportunity to express ht work necessitated late rising, and I saw hi Indeed, I took so the forenoon, and froround I could not only see , but I also had opportunity to speak with him as he passedwalked to the station with hiht, and she evidently regarded him as her latest victim, for she made him a common subject of talk, and her entire acquaintance had the pleasure of hearing the foolish things he did and said She always represented hiht that he was

For my own part, I cared very little whether he was in love, as it is called, or not If he had succuirl, I felt contempt for hiht be trifling with her In any event it ered me to think he had been seen with ether several tiossips had coupled our na had cuttheir foolish old heads, and whisper about my efforts to win him back; if I was cool, they would shake these same empty pates, and prattle about my wounded affections It was one of those cases where you can't possibly do the right thing--I ue: consequently, as luck would have it, I plunged into the worst possible course I could have taken, for when Mrs Catlin, who lived catacorner from me, and atchedone day about Mr Chance's feeling bound to pay attention to Mr Purblind's cousin, as long as she was visiting there, and that she knew such a girl wasn't to his taste, and she was sure he would cory that I lost control of my temper, and all control of my wits, and blazed out with: "It's none of my business or concern whom he pays attention to, and for my part I think they're well mated"