The sight of him bringing a flower to Jessie would be enough to almost break her heart with poignant grief.
She could not help but notice how handsome he was growing day by day.
Oh, what would she not have given for just one of the kindly words he used to speak to her, a tender look, a caress!
Chapter XXXV.
Not one thought did Dorothy give to Harry Kendal during these days. It is strange what a power some young girls possess in throwing off all tender thoughts from their hearts when the object of them has proven himself unworthy.
All love for Harry Kendal had gone out of her heart when she saw him choose Iris' society instead of her own, and she at the time his betrothed bride.
Dorothy's only hope was that Kendal would not penetrate her disguise, and never know what had become of her.
She did not know but what he was now betrothed to Iris, and she did not care. She was glad to be rid of him at any cost. She only wished that Nadine Holt—who was still so insanely in love with her false lover—knew how treacherous he was. She wished she dare tell her about Iris.
In her hours of loneliness little Pearl was a great comfort to Dorothy. She almost lost sight of her troubles at times in taking care of the child, who was quite as desolate in the world as herself.