A feeling of remorse began to tug at her heart.
"I am not worthy of Frank Merriwell," she said softly.

"I know that.

But I thought----" "You thought nothing could hurt me!" "No, not that.

I thought he was to be mine, and recently that hope has been slipping through my fingers.

I can't tell you, Inza, how I have felt." "I can understand!" said the dark-haired girl.