"Never mention that man to me again! I hate him!"
"Who—Clifford Standish? I don't blame you! I've hated him ever since he first became known to me."
"No, no; I mean Harry Hawthorne!"
"Why, what has he done to you, Geraldine?"
"Has—hasn't he—gone and married Daisy Odell?" with a stifled sob.
[CHAPTER XVIII.]
REUNION.
"Let us begin, dear love, where we left off;
Tie up the broken threads of that old dream;
And go on happy as before; and seem
Lovers again, though all the world may scoff.
"Let us forget the cold, malicious fate
Who made our loving hearts her idle toys,
And once more revel in the old sweet joys
Of happy love. Nay, it is not too late."