The cruelty of her injustice smote his heart.

Had a man's glove been dashed in his face he could not have been more incensed.

For a brief moment there surged through him all he had suffered for her sake; the sleepless nights, the days of doubts and misunderstandings! And it had come to this! Again he was treated with contempt--again his heart and all it held was trampled on.

A wild protest rose in his throat and trembled on his lips.
At that instant she raised her eyes and looked into his.

A look so pleading--so patient--so weary of the struggle--so ready to receive the blow--that the hot words recoiled in his throat.