A Struggle for a Ring — page 253: what you’re looking at

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A WIFE’S AGONY, 249 saw a picturesque mass of hangings and flowers, a woman's fair head, a pale face on which his eyes did not for one moment rest; then, ‘with a low bow, he turned away. She stood rooted to the ground—white, silent, motion- less, all the tragedy and passion of her love shining in her face; her arms fell helplessly; she could not have moved to have saved her life. She had expected that he would cry out either in wonder or in anger—that he would recognize her with a gleam of some emotion; but he had looked on her, and knew her not. It was a cruel stab to the gentle heart—a cruel, ‘errible, merciless stab. She had dreamed of this meeting by night and by day, in summer and winter, in autumn and spring; there had been no moment in which it had not been present to her eyes; she had dreamed of it in every possible phase—he had met her in anger, in love, with boundless admiration, with impatience, but in no dream, in no wild fancy had ‘ she ever said to herself that he did not know her. It was all alike; he had left the country forgetting that he had not said good-by to her; on his return he looked at her and did not know her. In the few minutes that passed as she stood there the very bitterness of death passed over her. He, the husband she had loved so faithfully, so well, had looked at her and had not known her. She turned away witha sigh. She took up the point lace and stood where a group of scarlet blossoms hid her from sight. . She could hear the sound of his voice as he talked to his mother and sister. Then, gaining courage when she found how completely unnoticed she was, she looked from between the scarlet flowers. | | He looked splendidly handsome; the dark face was bronzed, the dark eyes were bright and thoughtful, the a : comicbooks.: