He had made every sacrifice for her, shared with her his every shilling, making himself an exile, if not a fugitive, for her sake, and it was time she recognized it.
With the recall of these incidents in his checkered career a new thought blazed up in his mind--rather a blinding thought.

As its rays brightened he halted in his course, and stood gazing across the street as if uncertain as to his next move.

Perhaps, after all, it would be best NOT to pawn the mantilla.

An outright sale would be much better.

If this were impossible, it would be just as well to destroy the ticket and postpone his scheme for regaining possession of her person.