He smote himself heavily in the mouth, uttered a low groan, and with a despairing look in his eyes that seemed mingled of horror and fright, he glanced wildly at Salis, and hurried from the place.
Volume Three—Chapter Seven.
Haunted.
“Leo, how could you do so foolish a thing?” said Mary Salis, a few days later, as she sat by her sister’s couch.
“What do you mean?” said Leo feebly.
“You know what I mean, dear. Is life so valueless that in a rash moment you would have cast it away?”
“Do you suppose, then, that I tried to take my life?” cried Leo, in a low, weak voice.
“Don’t let’s talk about it,” said Mary, with a shudder; “unless it is in sorrow.”