Dr. Heidenhoff's Process

rable apartment which she occupied, and saw who it was that had knocked, the hard, unbeautiful red of shame covered her face. She would have closed the door against him,

r, what do

ligent untidiness about her toilet most different from her former ways. Her face was worn and strangely aged and saddened, but

nded again, in harsh, hard tones; for he had been

closed the door, and said, with only the boundless tende

nt you. I want

r lips, but her former expression of hard indifference was ot

taking a good deal of trouble, but it

close up

but one woman, and love her for ever and ever. If there were not a scrap of yo

limpse of heavenly meads, and be glad to have had it, although its own way lay toward perdition. With a sudden impulse she dropped upon her knee, and seizing the hem of his coat pressed it to her lips, and then, befor

ood. Now I remember, you always were very good to me. It will make the laudan

t that was instantly past, and she fell upon a chair crying as if her heart would break, her hands dropping nervously

e that! O God! was it not ha

e sat desolate, degraded, hopeless before him, not caring to cover her face, his heart swelled till it seemed as if it would burst, with such a sense of piteous loyalty and sublimed devotion as a faithful subject in the brave old times might have fe

r sobs had ceased,

idn't mean to hu

sly, wiping her eyes with her hand. "I wish you would go a

always wanted: I w

once declared desire had only just distinctly reached her mind, or as if the eff

ew! You can't have hea

me for being almost glad when I heard that you were free, and not married out of my reach. I can't think of anythin

n expression of faint curiosity. "I believe you do really mean it," she sa

ll tremulous with the hope which the slightly yielding in

out the sadness of her face, as a taper in a

d of myself this afternoon, but I will wait till you are tired of your fancy f