"No," she assented, rising hastily, "I must go. O, Harry, think of what I've been saying, and don't rush headlong to destruction!"
"There! I've had enough of it!" he retorted angrily. "I'll do as I please. And do you keep yourself quiet."
Chapter Fourteenth.
"How poor a thing is pride!"
"The beauty you o'erprise so, time or sickness