Come, Agatha, you pretended to like me when you did not care two straws about me.

You confessed as much in that fatal letter, which I have somewhere at home.

It has a great rent right across it, and the mark of her heel; she must have stamped on it in her rage, poor girl! So that I can show your own hand for the very deception you accused me--without proof--of having practiced on you." "You are clever, and can twist things.

What pleasure does it give you to make me miserable ?" "Ha!" he exclaimed, in an abrupt, sardonic laugh.

"I don't know; you bewitch me, I think." Agatha made no reply, but walked on quickly to the end of the conservatory, where the others were waiting for them.
"Where have you been, and what have you been doing all this time ?" said Jane, as Trefusis came up, hurrying after Agatha.