Stella Rosevelt — page 168: what you’re looking at

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162 “WHY HAS HE DONE THIS THING?” upon that handsome face, her lips were drawn and pinched, and the pain that was clutching at her heart betrayed itself ina low, sobbing moan. | There was no mistake—although she could scarcely credit her own senses —she knew that dark, chestnut-crowned head, that handsome, smiling face, that straight, stalwart form but too well, even though a cruel mist was creeping up before her eyes to hide him from her sight. She knew that clear, ringing voice, even though the roaring sound in her ears seemed Striving to drown it. Josephine’s guest—her accepted lover she had tried to make it appear—the titled stranger, Lord Catrol, of Carrolton, was no other than her betrothed, Archibald Sherbrooke / CHAPTER XVII. ‘‘WHY HAS HE DONE THIS THING?” What could this strange thing mean? What was Archibald Sherbrooke—the man who, two days before, had told her that he loved her and no other—doing there in that character of Lord Carrol? Why was he there, laughing, chatting, and ex- changing greetings in that familiar way with Mrs. Richards and her family? Star's heart nearly ceased its beating; she grew faint, giddy, and absolutely soul-sick. Her face paled until it was as white as those cold, waxen berries at her throat; her very life-blood seemed to be congealing. What could it mean? Looking down upon the little group, she saw that Josephine’s _ eves were fastened upon him—Zer lover—with an expression GEomicbooks.-co