But I--I have a contempt for myself." "I have a contempt for myself also after this afternoon," he retorted.
"Come, Sisily--" "No, it is impossible.

Hark, what was that ?" The girl spoke with a sudden uplifting of her head.

Above them, from the direction of the house, the sound of a voice was heard.
"It is Aunt calling me," she said, "I must go.

Good-bye." "Is it good-bye, then ?" "It must be.

But I shall often think of you." He had the unforgettable sensation of two soft burning lips touching the hand which hung at his side, and turned swiftly--but too late.