A Struggle for a Ring — page 148: what you’re looking at

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144 LOVE AND REGRET. longed to tell her how even the picture of her face had taken possession of him as nothing else ever had dcne—how he had loved it before even he knew who it was, and how since then he had loved her more and more. He longed to say it, but he knew that not one word of it must pass his lips, and he stood before her mute and dumb—mute, when he would have given his life to have spoken—dumb, because honor sealed his lips. He did not love his wife— he never had loved her—hne never dreamed of so doing; but he was too honorable to think even of making love to another woman. Lady Ethel walked on proudly; if he would not understand, he would not, and there was an end of it. She had said quite enough—she had given him more encouragement in that one quarter of an hour than she had given to all other admirers, and it had been given in vain. No one wondered that Lady Ethel Pier- pont, the proudest girl in England, turned haughtily away. She knew men who would have given their lives for such smiles and such words as she had lavished on this young lord. ‘‘Good-by to the beautiful sea,” he ids “T shall sever hear the ripple of sea in other lands ET thinking of this.” She deigned to give him no answer, but turned away without one word. They walked across the firm, golden sands until the last glimmer of sea was lost in the distance. Lady Ethel drew her lace shawl more amet. around her shoulders. ‘You are cold,” said Lord Carsdale, quickly. ‘‘T.am not cold, or warm, or anything else, except anxious to beat home. You must not tempt me to take any more star-lit walks. What will my mother say if she finds it out?”