no colour, no variety.—I wonder,\" he broke out, \"why you don't go back?\"
Her eyes darkened, and he expected an indignant rejoinder. But she sat silent, as if thinking over what he had said, and he grew frightened lest she should answer that she wondered too.
At length she said: \"I believe it's because of you.\"
It was impossible to make the confession more dispassionately, or in a tone less encouraging to the vanity of
no colour, no variety.—I wonder,\" he broke out, \"why you don't go back?\"
Her eyes darkened, and he expected an indignant rejoinder. But she sat silent, as if thinking over what he had said, and he grew frightened lest she should answer that she wondered too.
At length she said: \"I believe it's because of you.\"
It was impossible to make the confession more dispassionately, or in a tone less encouraging to the vanity of
