Stella Rosevelt — page 177: what you’re looking at

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“WHY HAS HE DONE THIS TIING?” 171 the address which I gave you—if, indeed, you intended to ask for it—you would have been told that vou would find me here in this place—this house. Mr. Richards’ residence is No. 56 street,” Star said, proudly and coldly. She had no faith in him; she believed he was actirg a part. ‘‘Impossible!” he cried. ‘‘I never dreamed of such a thing. Why, then, have I not seen you?) Why were you not with the family when I arrived last night?’ Why have I not seen you to-day?” he asked, as if more and more astonished. ‘‘ Because,” she answered, her voice rising, with a scornful, bitter ring, ‘‘Il am a dependent upon the bounty of the rich; because Iam a burden and expense in a house of luxury, and only tolerated on account of a promise made to my dying father and to cancel a debt due to my mother. You have not seen me, because I am not allowed to breathe the same air, eat and drink, and sit at the same table with those who think they are of finer mold than I. But it is just as well, my lord ts ‘‘My lord!” he repeated, in a startled tone, interrupting her. ‘‘Star, that from you!” She laughed bitterly, lifting her head with a haughty gesture, though her face gleamed like a piece of marble in the waning light. ‘“Yes, that from me!” she said. ‘‘ Fortunately, I was at a window above the entrance when you arrived last evening, and witnessed the honors that were heaped upon my Lord Carrol, of Carrolton, and the revelation of your /rue character, although a sudden and bitter one to me, was, perhaps, after all, a provi- dential one; for, if it showed me how I had been duped and betrayed, how I had been made the plaything of an idle hour, it also gave me time to collect my scattered senses a trifle before meeting you and telling you how I scorn you for ‘ ‘‘Duped! betrayed! plaything! Star, listen to me,” pleaded Gomichbooks Go