"Ah, give me another chance!" he moaned.
The poor girl could not help her tone, and it was in the same tone that
she continued--
"If you think so well of me, try and be reasonable."
Gordon looked at her, slowly shaking his head.
"Reasonable--reasonable? Yes, you have a right to say that, for you are
full of reason. But so am I. What I ask is within reasonable limits."
"Granting your happiness were lost," said Bernard--"I say that only for
the argument--is that a ground for your wishing to deprive me of mine?"
"It is not yours--it is mine, that you have taken! You put me off my
guard, and then you took it! Yours is elsewhere, and you are welcome to
it!"
"Ah," murmured Bernard, giving him a long look and turning away, "it is
well for you that I am willing still to regard you as my best friend!"
Gordon went on, more passionately, to Angela.
"He put me off my guard--I can't call it anything else. I know I gave
him a great chance--I encouraged him, urged him, tempted him. But when
once he had spoken, he should have stood to it. He should n't have had
two opinions--one for me, and one for himself! He put me off my guard.
It was because I still resisted him that I went to you again, that last
time.
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