There could be no mistake." "Do you know where your--where she is now ?" "No!" with that look of anguish still.

"No, I have never heard of her since that dreadful night.

She may be dead, or worse than dead, long ere this." "You loved her very much," said Reginald, impelled to say it by the expression of that ghastly face.
"Loved her ?" he repeated.

"I have no words to tell you how I loved her.
I thought her all that was pure, and innocent, and beautiful, and womanly, and she--oh, fool, that I was to believe her as I did!--to think, as she made me think, that I had her whole heart!" "Would you like to have some one try and trace her out for you?
Her fate may be ascertained yet.

I will go to New York, if you wish, and do my best." "No, no," was the reply.