"You fool," said he, "can't you marry him, and go on loving me?
you won't be the first.

It is done every day, to the satisfaction of all parties." "And to their unutterable shame," said a clear, stern voice at their back.

Walter Clifford, coming rapidly in, had heard but little, but heard enough; and there he stood, grim and pale, a boy no longer.

These two skunks had made a man of him in one moment.

They recoiled in dismay, and the woman hid her face.
He turned upon the man first, you may be sure.