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Por Cob De ANOSCIC, 2080 fy 149 as he bent his tall head deferentially above her; but never before had he been so near truly loving the Rose of Cas- tile as in this hour, when he resigned her forever. ‘The sting of defeat was bitter, and all “blessings brighten as they take their flight.” She had refused him, and how beautiful, how queenly, how peerless she was! “Then you really go?” . She spoke the words lowly and hurriedly, her heart throbbing as it had never throbbed before, her eyes dim with hot mist, her face averted. He looked at her with wonder and strange, wild hope. | “I really go, unless—oh, Lady Evelyn, unless you bid me stay!” She stretched forth one hand to him, the other cover- ing her drooping face. The word was almost a sob. It cost this proudest of all beauties a great deal to stoop even so little from her high estate. “Lady Evelyn!” Trevannance cried, strangely moved, “Do you mean it? Will you love me? Will you be my wife?” : “If you still wish it—yes!” “Tf I still wish it! Evelyn! Evelyn!” He would have clasped her in his arms, but she shrank away, with a swift, sudden motion that held him off. “No! no! no! Spare n.e! Oh, Mr. Trevannance, do not deceive yourself—do not deceive me! We do not love each other, and—you know it!” “As Heaven hears me, Evelyn, I love you better than I ever loved woman before!” Which was true enough, perhaps, for the loves of Vivian Trevannance, heretofore, had never lost him one -hour’s sleep, never cost him one heart-pang. They had been as brief and as bright as the sunshine of a summer day—airy little flirtations that whiled away the idle hours of an idle man. She had drawn herself away from him, and stood look- ing wistfully out on the moonlit sky. He stood by her side, tender and deferential, but still— “I want to believe you,’ she said, slowly. “I will be- lieve you, although there are those who say: ‘It is not in Vivian Trevannance to be true to any woman!’ For me, — I esteem you, I respect you, I like you; but for that love : : ~comicbooks.com —