'You'll come, won't you, Liz, either to-day or to-morrow? You know the place,' he said rather anxiously.
'No,' she answered quietly; 'I'm no' comin'.'
'Why? I'm sure I will never cast up anything. I'm in solemn earnest, Liz. I'll do the best I can for you, and nobody shall cast a stone at you when I am by. I've lived to myself too long. Come and help me to be less selfish.'
The girl's breast again tumultuously heaved, and one deep, bursting sob forced itself from her lips; but all her answer was, to shake her head wearily, and answer,—
CHAPTER XXXIV.
WHAT WILL SHE DO?
