The Illegal Marriage — page 45: what you’re looking at

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THE ILLEGAL MARRIAGE. 37 for a friend, even; and though she had given up the hope that he might learn to love her, she could not understand his present coolness. One day he drove over to the. castle, and had spent some hours with her. They had been engaged in a game of chess, but he asked her for some music and she sat down at the piano. It gave her a strange thrill as she saw his eyes fastened upon her; but she could not comprehend the sadness that hung in them. She knew that she was very fair. | “He will thaw a little toward me now; I’m sure he will,” she thought, as she moved away from the piano, and saw the look of admiration that he gave her. He arose to go immediately. “He turns away as if he were afraid of me,” she said to herself, as she followed him tothe door. “I will know the reason for it.” “Good-evening, Miss Morgan!” “Miss Morgan,” she repeated, tauntingly. “Since when have I become such a stranger to you, Colonel Stannard ?” “A stranger!” he said, in surprise. “No, no, Cecy—shall I call you so? You are not—you do not—you can never——” He stammered and hesitated, his face growing deathly white. She was frightened at his look and manner, and in her surprise lost the last word of his incoherent sentence. She repeated his good-night mechanically, and, rushing to her room, sank. down upon her couch and wept bitterly. “ITsee it all now,” she mused, as she sat there with her hands pressed tightly over her heart. “I Eomicboo “S (Elo)