A Struggle for a Ring — page 151: what you’re looking at

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LOVE AND REGRET. 147 said aloud; then, losing all his self-control, as her beauti- ful eyes were raised with their soft reproach to his, he added: ‘‘If you are not kinder to me, and if you refuse to speak to me, I will shoot myself.” Then in one moment he knew that he had done wrong. ‘* Forgive me, Lady Ethel; when I look at you I lose my reason—I go mad,” ‘‘He does love me,” she thought, with some self- reproach. ‘‘I need not have been so unkind to him; he loves me, and is afraid to say so.” When the young people were tired of dancing, Lady Waldrove proposed music. Miss Lyndale, a brunette of great pretentions, sang; Lady Leicester played a march of her own composition; then the countess requested Lady Ethel to sing. She had a marvelous voice, beautiful as herself—soft, low, dreamy, rich, and full of sweetest music. ‘IT do not know that I can think of any song which pleases me just at this moment,” she replied. ‘¢Sing my favorite,” cried Miss Lyndale. — ‘‘ Faint heart ne’er won fair lady.” Lady Ethel’s face flushed with delight—it was the very thing. She sat down to the piano and sang with greater spirit and energy than she had ever sung before. She saw Lord Carsdale come up to the piano, and, though she never looked once in his direction, she felt that his eyes lingered on her face. She maliciously added a few words to her song. The Earl Waldrove came up to her. ‘Lady Ethel, what is your song about, tell me?” Knowing still that those eyes were fixed on her, yet never even glancing in his direction, she replied: ‘T will tell you the story, Lord Waldrove; it is very Gomichoo Ss (Ele)