"I'm not sorry!" "No, no," said Mrs.Tanberry, soothingly.

"It was better this time to do just what you did.

I'd have done it myself, to make quite sure he would keep away--because I like him." "I'm not sorry!" said Miss Betty again.
"I'm not sorry!" she repeated and reiterated to herself after Mrs.
Tanberry had gone to bed.

She had sunk into a chair in the library with a book, and "I'm not sorry!" she whispered as the open unread page blurred before her, "I'm not sorry!" He had needed his lesson; but she had to bear the recollection of how white his face went when he received it.

Her affront had put about him a strange loneliness: the one figure with the stilled crowd staring; it had made a picture from which her mind's eye had been unable to escape, danced she never so hard and late.
Unconsciously, Robert Carewe's daughter had avenged the other figure which had stood in lonely humiliation before the staring eyes.
"I'm not sorry!" Ah, did they think it was in her to hurt any living thing in the world?
The book dropped from her lap, and she bowed her head upon her hands.