The Fatal Glove by Clara Augusta
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been nursed by one whom of course he would marry. Indeed, they thought
him in duty bound to do so. In what other way could he manifest his gratitude? Vague whispers of this reached Trevlyn's ear, but he gave them at first little heed. He should never marry, he said; it was sinful to wed without love. But as he saw Alexandrine's pale face and strangely distraught manner day by day, he came to feel as if he had in some way wronged her though how he did not exactly understand. One day he entered the sitting-room of Mrs. Lee with the freedom of a privileged visitor, without rapping, and found Alexandrine in tears. He would have retreated, but she had already seen him, and he felt that it would be better to remain. He spoke to her kindly. "I trust nothing has occured to distress you?" She looked at him almost defiantly. "Leave me!" she said, impetuously; "you, of all others, have no right to question me!" "Pardon me" he exclaimed, alarmed by her strange emotion, "and why not _I_ question you?" "Because you have caused me misery enough already--" She stopped suddenly, and rising, was about to leave the room. He took her hand, and closed the door she had opened, leading her to a seat. |
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