Love! it is too weak a word to describe what I feel.

The touch of her hand thrills me, her very voice seems to shake my soul, her eyes burn through me! Ah! YOU cannot know--YOU could not understand the joy, the pain--" "Calm yourself," I said, in a cold tone, watching my victim as his pent-up emotion betrayed itself, "The great thing is to keep the head cool when the blood burns.

You think she loves you ?" "Think! Gran Dio! She has--" here he paused and his face flushed deeply--"nay! I have no right to say anything on that score.

I know she never cared for her husband." "I know that too!" I answered, steadily.

"The most casual observer cannot fail to notice it." "Well, and no wonder!" he exclaimed, warmly.