It cut her to the quick for the moment and sealed her lips.

Hot, unbidden tears welled to her eyes.
Lynde saw them.

He was really very sorry for her, though her beauty made him wish to take advantage of her distress.

"Why should you cry, dearest ?" he asked, softly, looking at her flushed cheeks and colorful eyes.

"You have beauty; you are young; you're lovely.