He stopped, white and seemingly exhausted, his thin lips tightly compressed, his whole frame quivering.
[CHAPTER XXII.]
Stella, turned her eyes upon him, and something like pity took possession of her for a moment. It was a womanly feeling, and it softened her reply.
"I—am very sorry," she said, in a low voice.
"Sorry!" he repeated, hoarsely, quickly. "Do not say that!"
"Yes—I am very sorry," she repeated. "I—I—did not know——"
"Did not know that I loved you!" he retorted, almost sharply. "Were you blind? Every word, every look of mine would have told you, if you had cared to know——"
Her face flushed, and she raised her eyes to his with a flash of indignation.