romantic, audacious, all that I was not, nor ever would be, and I “understood” more than ever, and loathed my rival in my heart.
I wheeled round on Eva. I was not going to give her up - to him. I would tell her so before him - tell him so to his face. But she had turned away; she was listening to some one else. Her white forehead glistened. There were voices in the hall.
“Mr. Cole! Mr. Cole! Where are you, Mr. Cole?”
romantic, audacious, all that I was not, nor ever would be, and I “understood” more than ever, and loathed my rival in my heart.
I wheeled round on Eva. I was not going to give her up - to him. I would tell her so before him - tell him so to his face. But she had turned away; she was listening to some one else. Her white forehead glistened. There were voices in the hall.
“Mr. Cole! Mr. Cole! Where are you, Mr. Cole?”
