Another moment and he had turned from her coldly, and she was drooping towards the earth like a tender vine bereft of the support to which it had held by its clinging tendrils.

Ah! If he could only have shut out these images! If he could have erased the record so that Memory could not read it! How eagerly would he have drunk of Lethe's waters, could he have found the fabled stream! More than all this.

The rebuke of Miss Linmore almost maddened him.
In turning from Edith, he had let his heart go out towards the other with a passionate devotion.

Pride in her beauty and brilliant accomplishments had filled his regard with a selfishness that could ill bear the shock of a sudden repulse.

Sleepless was the night that followed; and when the morning, long looked for, broke at last, it brought no light for his darkened spirit.