Stella Rosevelt — page 306: what you’re looking at

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300 2 “DOV LSI: STILL: ‘*T do not know where he is,” Star answered. ‘‘I have never seen him since that night when I told him that I had discovered his treachery. ‘[hat was nearly a year ago. — I never expect to meet him again—I never wish to meet him again. I desire to ignore him—at least, to all outward appearances; and if he possesses such an attribute as a conscience, his punishment must come sometime. But,” she went on, ina voice of pain, ‘‘T hope no one else will ever learn to love me, for I cannot endure the thought that I shall spoil other lives as mine has been spoilt. Oh, Mr. Meredith, I am sorry if 1 have uncon- sciously done you a wrong. Pray, forget me if you can, 3) and ‘That I can never do,” he interrupted, gently, for he saw that she was deeply moved; ‘‘but I will try and be content if you will allow me still to be your friend.” ‘“Thank you,” she returned, while she wiped the tears which were falling fast; ‘‘it will be a great comfort to me if you will permit me to regard you as such. I feared I should incur your contempt by the confession I have made to-night; but I could better endure that than that your future should be ruined by hoping against hope.” ‘Contempt !” he repeated, earnestly; ‘‘such a feeling I could never entertain for you; you have, instead, my deepest sym- pathy and respect. But if I ever meet and know the wretch who has played you false, let him beware; for I will surely make him repent most bitterly his treachery and baseness toward you,” he concluded, fiercely. A faint smile of scorn curled Star’s lips. ~ Time would bring its own punishment to her faithless lover, she believed, and she had no desire that any one should act as her champion in this matter. She had called him ‘‘Archibald Sherbrooke” purposely, for she felt assured that if, by any chance, Ralph Meredith should ~ comicbooks (E(o)