Love at the Loom — page 210: what you’re looking at

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> -* Sori. CHAPTER XXVIL. 49? ‘| ENOW HOW TO AVENGE MYSELF! After uitering the word farewell to Mildred, Donald cast one grim look at her pale, imploring face, and — strode from the room. “Sir! my dear sir!” ejaculated the clergyman, while _ Mildred, with a gasp of misery, only held out her hands toward him. “How awful! how cruel!’ cried the good clergy- taan’s wife. “He is mad!” murmured the daughter, who had been one of the witnesses. Donald stopped in the hall, and turned as if to utter | pate last word. - No one in the room spoke, so much were they if fected by consternation and a painful curiosity to hear what he would say. He had not heard their comments on his conduct, and if he had heard them, it is unlikely that he would have given them enough weight. to care to answer ‘ Mem. “Mildred, ” he said storey = ‘it may occur to you that time will conquer my hatred of you, and will dispose me to feel differently toward you... 2e act dep