2/29 I am unreasonable; and I am sure I ought to feel obliged to you for all the--" Hazel turned his face toward her, and the moon glistened on the tears that still flowed down his cheeks. He tried to check the utterance of her apology; but, ere he could master his voice, the girl's cold and constrained features seemed to melt. She turned away, wrung her hands, and, with a sharp, quivering cry, she broke forth: "Oh, sir! oh, Mr.Hazel! do forgive me. I am not ungrateful, indeed, indeed, I am not; but I am mad with despair. |