I am not afraid
or ashamed to confess that I have loved Dexie Sherwood for years--loved her
madly, blindly, though she has given me nothing but hard words and scornful
looks through it all. Months of travel have failed to make me forget her.
She has been like a loadstone drawing me back to her, when in my pride I
would have rejoiced to feel myself free. I would have plucked her out of my
heart if I could, but my love seems a part of my life, and I cannot kill it
while I live myself. I believe you are a noble, generous man, or you never
would have won her heart. Be good to her, since you have taken her from me,
for if I thought there should ever be a time when you would cause a tear to
fall or grieve her heart by a word, I would kill you where you stand!"
Dexie hid her face against Guy's breast as Hugh's hot words poured like a
torrent from his lips, but Guy drew her protectingly to his side, and his
firm, clear voice sounded low and distinct as he replied:
"Have no fear for Dexie, Mr. McNeil! She shall always be my first thought
and care. I cannot blame you for loving her, though it is but natural that,
under the present circumstances, I should regret to hear you own it.
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