In spite of this pathetic subterfuge, her beautiful green eyes held a startled and angry look, and her face was flushed with an excitement like that of fever.
"I was sorry I sent for you the moment afterward," she said, hardly yielding to Laura's embrace, while she nervously tore open a bill she held and then tossed it aside without glancing over it.

"It's the same thing over again--there's no use talking about it.

I shall die." "You cannot--you cannot," protested Laura, still holding her in her arms.

"You are too beautiful.

You were never in your life lovelier than you are to-day." "And yet it does not hold him," broke out Gerty, in sudden passion, "and it will never be any better, I see that.