For I hate to have my motive misunderstood." "He has worked on her soft-heartedness and inexperience," thought Mrs.
Whitney, in a panic.
"And when Arthur came to-day," the girl continued, "I was ready to fly to him." She looked tragic.

"And even when he repulsed me--" "_Repulsed_ you!" exclaimed Mrs.Whitney.She laughed disagreeably.

"He's subtler than I thought." "Even when he repulsed me," pursued Janet, "with his sordid way of looking at everything, still I tried to cling to him, to shut my eyes." Mrs.Whitney vented an audible sigh of relief.

"Then you didn't let him deceive you!" "He shattered my last illusion," said Janet, in a mournful voice.
"Mother, I simply _couldn't_ believe in him, in the purity of his love.

I had to give him up." Mrs.Whitney put her arms round her daughter and kissed her soothingly again and again.