"I have reached the limit of torture that I can bear," said Hugh, after a
pause. "I have had harsh words and cold looks for a long time, and you have
slighted me on every possible occasion; but it has made no difference in my
love for you. It has grown until it has taken possession of me, and my life
seems to hold nothing worth living for with you left out of my future.
Dexie, have pity! Is my life of no account to you that you can toss it
aside without a thought?"
Dexie raised her eyes to the earnest face before her as she replied:
"I must think of my own self. Why should I make my life unhappy to please a
passing fancy of yours?"
"A passing fancy! I understand that remark; you mean it as a sneer. It was
a passing fancy with Gussie, I will admit. But, Dexie, it is a strong man's
love that now burns in my heart. Think of all that it is in my power to
give you, if you will only receive it. But the fact that I possess a
fortune gives me no pleasure unless I can share it with you. Say the word,
Dexie, and your every wish shall be gratified, if it is in the power of a
man or money to do so, and my whole life shall be spent in making you
happy.
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