Stella Rosevelt — page 176: what you’re looking at

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170 “WHY HAS HE DONE THIS THING?” aroused, and a thrill of terror went tingling through all her nerves, as a hand fell suddenly yet lightly upon her shoulder. With a start, her hands dropped from her tear-stained face and she looked up, to find the grave, questioning eyes of her faithless lover looking down into her own. A low cry of surprise and dismay escaped him as%he recog- nized her. ‘‘Star! My darling, what does this mean?” he asked, in astonishment. ‘‘ How came you 4ere, and why do I find you grieving thus? You look more like some stricken white dove than like my bright, beautiful star. I was coming to you to- morrow—Il wanted to come to-day, but I could not. ‘Tell me, dear, how is it I find vou here in the grounds of Mr. Richards, where I am visiting?” and he would have gathered her into his arms, but by a quick movement she evaded him, and stepping back a few paces, she confronted him with a haughty uplifting of her small head, her face and eyes glowing with scorn and indignation. ‘‘'To-morrow you would have come to me,” she repeated, with curling lips. ‘‘ Pray, where would you have sought me?” ‘‘Here in Yonkers, at No. 56 street. I think that was the address you wrote on the card,” he said, apparently be- wildered by her strange conduct, and regarding her with a troubled look. ‘‘I wanted to go there to-day, but there has been no opportunity,” he said again. ‘‘And to-morrow I was intending to ask Mr. Richards to direct me to the address which you gave me.” ‘‘Do you know the street and number of sis residence?” Star asked, sternly. ‘No. When it was arranged that I should come here to make a short visit, Mrs. Richards was so kind as to say that her carriage should meet me at the station, so that I do not even know the name of the street on which they. live.” ‘‘Then to-morrow, when you should ask to be directed to Gomilcbooks. Go