CHAPTER XV.
TOLD HIM HER STORY.
When he awoke the next morning his blood seemed to be clogged somewhere far from the seat of thought, and then it came with a leap that brought back the night before.

"But I won't argue with you," he said, turning over.

"Argue," he repeated.

"Why, it's past argument now.

I will simply do the best I can and let the worst take care of itself.