decided on adopting, and having so decided, Theobald wrote
But all of a sudden she made a desperate effort. "Let me go!" she cried. "So this is your love! With all my faults and follies, I am truer than you. Shame on your love, that would dishonor the creature you love! Let me go, sir, I say, or I shall hate you worse than I do the wretch whose name I bear."
He let her go directly, and then her fiery glance turned to one long lingering look of deep but tender reproach, and she fled sobbing.
He sank into a chair, and buried his face in his hands.
After a while he raised his head, and saw Jael Dence looking gravely at him.
"Oh, speak your mind," said he, bitterly.
"You are like the world. You think only of yourself; that's all I have to say."
"You are very unkind to say so. I think for us both: and she will think with me, in time. I shall come again to-morrow."
He said this with an iron resolution that promised a long and steady struggle, to which Grace, even in this first encounter, had shown herself hardly equal.