"Have pity, Mr. Sherwood; I have suffered enough."
"Hugh, my dear fellow, I was hoping you had got over this, and not hearing
from you for so long I believed you had. But it is true. You are too late,
for Dexie is the promised wife of another."
"She is not yet married, then?" and his face recovered from the despairing
look.
"Not yet, but as much lost to you as though she were. How is it that you
did not take my last letter to heart and seek a wife abroad? I told you
that Dexie had not changed towards you, though I did all I could to
influence her in your favor. But she has won the heart of a good man, Hugh;
he is everything I could wish for, even in Dexie's husband."
"But I love her so!" The words were low, but seemed wrung from his very
soul, and he turned away toward the window, but without seeing anything of
the prospect beyond.
"Can I see her?" he asked, at last. "Let me hear from her own lips that she
loves another, and, if she really does, I will surely know it. If I find
it is so, I will go away and not trouble her any more. Give me this one
more chance, Mr. Sherwood."
"It will be of no use, Hugh.
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