Let people say what they like; anything's better than misery....

Far better now while there's still time....

" "I don't understand," she answered, panic-stricken; "you mean you want to give it up...don't want it?" "Yes, if you don't love me.

" "You're out of your mind!" she cried, turning crimson with vexation.

But his face was so piteous, that she restrained her vexation, and flinging some clothes off an arm-chair, she sat down beside him.