12/19 "You are still my darling, though I will not call you so after this." Her heart sank almost in her bosom as she heard this,--though it was exactly what she would have wished to hear. But now there must be some close understanding between them and some tenderness. She knew how much she had owed him, how good he had been to her, how true had been his love; and she felt that words would fail her to say that which ought to be said. "So you have given yourself to--one Ferdinand Lopez!" "Yes," she said, in a hard, dry voice. |