Stella Rosevelt — page 380: what you’re looking at

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374 STELLA’S MENTAL AGONY. day long she fought with the love which she still bore Archie Sherbrooke, for it rose up stronger by a hundred-fold now that she had discovered that he was innocent of any wrong toward her, and realized her own cruel injustice to him. If she had but opened and read more of that paper, she would have learned her error; but the moment she found her- self alone, she took it from her pocket and threw it upon the glowing coals in the grate, and watched it while it burned to ashes. She was determined that Mr. Rosevelt should never see it. All day long she lay upon her bed, and thought bitterly of Josephine as the proud and happy wife of Lord Carrol-—as the mistress of his elegant home, the sharer of his position and title. Oh! it was too cruel, when she had loved him so; when she knew that she could have made him so happy, while Josephine had only sought to win him from selfish and ambitious motives. She knew now that she had never despised him—never scorned him, as she told him that night at Mr. Richards’. She knew that never for a moment had she swerved in the least degree from her allegiance to him; that her heart had been true and loyal to him, even when she had thought most bitterly of him; and she knew, too—this was the worst of all to contemplate—that she should go on loving him as long as she lived. Five days they had been married. The wedding had occurred the tenth of December, and it . was now the fifteenth. It almost seemed as if she would have given as many years of her life to have saved him from such a fate as she believed would be his with that vain and heartless girl for his life-long companion. Of course it would do no wana! to grieve over that now; but Gomichboo <S2GO