CHAPTER XXI.
ALEXANDER’S EXPERIENCE.
Words of fire and words of scorn
I have written—let them go!
Words of hate—heart-broken, torn
With this strong and sudden woe.
All my scorn, she could not doubt,
Was but love, turned inside out—Owen Meredith.
“Alick, are you mad? Think what you do!”
Alick turned quickly and faced Dick Hammond, whose hand had touched his shoulder.
“Mr. Hammond, you here? By what right, sir, do you dare——”