"I do not wish you to explain," she answered, her voice all a-tremble.
"Hear me, Bessie," he began, desperately, but she turned a deaf ear to his words.
"I 'll never believe you again, Tom Moore," she said, flinging from her bosom the rose he had given her. "I am done with you."
Then, turning, she closed the door in his face, and left him.
Book Two
"New hope may bloom,
And days may come
Of milder, calmer beam,
But there's nothing half so sweet in life
As Love's young dream: