Love at the Loom — page 121: what you’re looking at

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! | Saar te UU AD Se ioe aR tos AY a a LAE. “But you will be ill,” he protested. | : “No, no; I could not eat anything.” a “And you will not drink the wine—for my sake, 2 2 “T could not touch it,’’ she moaned. a She did not even turn toward him as she spoke It a seemed to her that. she must hate him if she looked at him. Her heart told her that it would be most dita to have any but kindly feelings toward him; but she could ' t | not get rid of the idea, which had flashed into her brain as she lay there, that he had taken advantage of her misery to get her to wed him. _ “Come?” he said, drawing a little table over toward the couch, “we will eat together.” He hoped to induce her to eat by onaenidiaee to share her meal with her; he busied himself with making the array of dainty viands look more tempting, saying to her: “You will be sick, Goldie, if you do not eat. onne: we will have our dinner together. Do™not grieve so over that false wretch.” “You need not speak ill of him!” she cried with sud- den passion. . He shrugged his shoulders at this unexpected out= ‘burst. : comicbooksicom