'No, don't! it will only make my chilblains rage. Let me go, now you've forgiven me for your own comfort.'
'Forgiven you for my own comfort! I don't want to forgive you—'
'Oh—h!' and the eyes disappeared, and the face puckered in unutterable woe.
'I haven't anything to forgive you, Angel.'
'Oh, that's worse! when I've hurt you so terribly!'
'You didn't; you never meant it. Of course I never blamed you.'
'Then,' said Angel, trying to get away her other hand, 'why did you send for me to row me, for I don't call that forgiving.'
'I heard you were unhappy.'
'And did you think it would make me any happier to see you lying there frowning with pain?' broke out Angela, with an angry sob.
'If I frowned, it was not with pain, but because I don't know what to make of you.'