"You have learned to love another,
You have broken every vow;
We have parted from each other,
And my heart is lonely now.
"Oh! was it well to sever
This fond heart from thine forever?
Can I forget thee? Never!
Farewell, lost love, forever!
"We have met, and we have parted,
But I uttered scarce a word;
But, God! how my poor heart started
When thy well-known voice I heard!
"Oh! woman's love will grieve her,
And woman's pride will leave her;
Life has fled when love deceives her,
Farewell—farewell forever!"
"I am so young to die!" sobbed Dorothy. "I haven't done very much good in the world, but surely I have done no wrong."
Then it occurred to her suddenly—a little trifle which she had quite forgotten:
She had taken Nadine Holt's lover from her, and the girl was broken-hearted over his loss; and now Heaven had, in turn, taken him from her. This was God's vengeance upon her.
Could even Nadine Holt see her now she would feel sorry and find pity for her.
Suddenly, to her intense amazement, Dorothy saw a man hurrying along the high cliff just above where she stood. He was advancing toward her with hasty strides that broke almost into a run.
Dorothy noticed that he carried a large black bundle in his arms, and that he was heading directly toward the boat house.