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Augusta, Clara, 1839-1905

"The Fatal Glove"

Indeed, they thought
him in duty bound to do so. In what other way could he manifest his
gratitude?
Vague whispers of this reached Trevlyn's ear, but he gave them at first
little heed. He should never marry, he said; it was sinful to wed without
love. But as he saw Alexandrine's pale face and strangely distraught
manner day by day, he came to feel as if he had in some way wronged her
though how he did not exactly understand.
One day he entered the sitting-room of Mrs. Lee with the freedom of a
privileged visitor, without rapping, and found Alexandrine in tears. He
would have retreated, but she had already seen him, and he felt that it
would be better to remain. He spoke to her kindly.
"I trust nothing has occured to distress you?"
She looked at him almost defiantly.
"Leave me!" she said, impetuously; "you, of all others, have no right
to question me!"
"Pardon me" he exclaimed, alarmed by her strange emotion, "and why not
_I_ question you?"
"Because you have caused me misery enough already--"
She stopped suddenly, and rising, was about to leave the room. He took
her hand, and closed the door she had opened, leading her to a seat.
"My dear Miss Lee, I do not comprehend you. Explain. If I have ever
injured you in any way, it has been the very thing farthest removed from
my intentions.


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