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CHAPTER X.
"HIS HEART WILL TURN BACK TO ME."
Оглавление"Eyes that loved me once, I pray
Be not crueler than death;
Hide each sharp-edged glance away
Underneath its cruel sheath!
Make me not, sweet eyes, with scorn,
Mourn that I was ever born!"—Alice Cary.
Through the falling twilight of the bleak March day Ethel Winans sped away like a guilty creature, nor paused until she reached her home.
Entering by a private door she gained her own room unobserved and hastened to bathe her face and hands and rearrange her disordered tresses.
Then she summoned Hetty, and the maid stared in surprise at her corpse-like pallor and heavy eyes.
"Oh, Miss Ethel, you look awful! Are you sick?"
"I am tired to death," sighed Ethel. "I have had such a long, weary chase after Kay! Oh, Hetty, I have lost him, but you must never, never tell, for papa would never forgive me if he knew. He ran off with some other dogs in a park, and though I ran and ran I could not get him back."
