"No; keep it as a memento of my love, if you never care to wear it," said Lizzie.
Leah laid her arms around Lizzie's neck at these words, and bending her head kissed her again and again.
"Now I am done, let's sit here by the window that looks out toward the sea, and have our chat."
CHAPTER XI.
"TO-DAY you leave me, Lizzie," Leah began; "leave poor Leah with no one—" then she stopped.
"Why do you hesitate? Is there something that troubles you?" Lizzie asked, observing Leah's hesitation.
"Yes," Leah said faintly, "there is something that troubles me—something that I fear to tell even you, dear Lizzie."
"Can't you trust me?"
"Not that, Lizzie; but I am ashamed to tell you, and afraid too. But," she continued, "you know what I suffered about Mark Abrams, and how his love was taken from me and secured for another. Well"—she hesitated again. "The secret I am about to disclose now, does not concern Mark Abrams, or any other Hebrew under the sun."
"Is it some love-affair with a Gentile?"