She has so much to forgive that she can forgive
that, too. I can't pretend to accept it; I can't sit down and let it
pass. And then, it is n't only my feelings; it 's the right; it 's the
justice. I must say to her that you have no right to marry her; and beg
of her to listen to me and let you go."
"My dear Gordon, are you crazy?" Bernard demanded, with an energy which,
this time at least, was sufficiently real.
"Very likely I am crazy. I am crazy with disappointment and the
bitterness of what I have lost. Add to that the wretchedness of what I
have found!"
"Ah, don't say that, Mr. Wright," Angela begged.
He stood for an instant looking at her, but not heeding her words.
"Will you listen to me again? Will you forget the wrong I did you?--my
stupidity and folly and unworthiness? Will you blot out the past and let
me begin again. I see you as clearly now as the light of that window.
Will you give me another chance?"
Angela turned away her eyes and covered her face with her hands. "You do
pain me!" she murmured.
"You go too far," said Bernard. "To what position does your
extraordinary proposal relegate your wife?"
Gordon turned his pleading eyes on his old friend without a ray of
concession; but for a moment he hesitated.
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