Love at the Loom — page 297: what you’re looking at

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CHAPTER XXXVII. _ DONALD IN DANGER. “Yes,” Donald said, in answer to the words of Mil- dred, ‘‘we will talk of Goldie.” ie, He ignored the reproach or the sneer, whichever it | might be, that was implied in Mildred’s words. “What shall we say of her?” she asked. - “Shall we say how beautifuf she is, and how much you love her, | though she is not your wife?” “We will not talk of that, for it is not necessary,” he answered. “You knew, when you forced the hate- ful marriage on me, that I loved her, and not you. I came to discover, if I could, why she left here.” - “Did not her letter to you say:?”’ . “Only vaguely.”’ | “Her letter to me was vague, too. It seemed to mean that she hated me too much to remain under my ' roof. I suppose, like you, she did not like the mar- riage.” Voss : He looked keenly at her, and she returned his glance coldly; he could learn nothing from her face. “Can you tell me where she has gone?” he asked. “T know no more than you; not as much, it may be.” “Was there no clue to where she had gone?” he asked. Eomichbooks:¢co