What manner of woman was this, and how could he reach the inner kernel of her heart?
Again he raised his head and leaning forward took both her hands between his own.
"I am going to tell you a story, Kate--one you have never heard--not all of it.

When I was about your age--a little older perhaps, I gave my heart to a woman who had known me from a boy; with whom I had played when she was a child.

I'm not going into the whole story, such things are always sad; nor will I tell you anything of the beginning of the three happy months of our betrothal nor of what caused our separation.
I shall only tell you of the cruelty of the end.

There was a misunderstanding--a quarrel--I begging her forgiveness on my knees.

All the time her heart was breaking.