 going on
with his writing.

And being now so far recovered from her first fear as to look upon
his face with eyes that could see it, Greeba realized all that she
had but partly guessed from the chatter of her maid, of the sad havoc
the night had made with him. At that she could bear up no longer, for
before her warm woman's feeling all her little stubborn spirit went
down as with a flood, and she flung herself at his feet and cried,
"Michael, forgive me; I don't know what I am saying."

But getting no answer to her passionate agony any more than her hot
disdain, her pride got the better of her again, and she tried to
defend herself with many a simple plea, saying between a sob and a
burst of wrath that if she had deceived him, and said what was barely
true, it was only from thinking to defend his happiness.

"And why," she cried, "why should I marry you while loving him?"

Then, for the first time, he raised his head and answered her--

"Because of your pride, Greeba--your fatal pride," he said; "your
pride that has been your bane since you were a child and you went to
London and came back the prouder of your time there. I thought it was
gone; but the old leaven works as potently as before, and rises up to
choke me. I ought to have known it, Greeba, that your old lightness
would lead you to some false dealing yet, and I have none but myself
to blame."

Now if he had said this with any heat of anger, or with any rush of
tears, she would have known by the sure instinct of womanhood that he
loved her still, and was only fighting against love in vain. Then she
would have flung herself into his arms with a burst of joy and a cry
of "My darling, you are mine, you are mine." But instead of that he
spoke the hard words calmly, coldly, and without so much as a sigh,
and by that she knew that the heart of his love had been killed
within him, and now lay dead before her. So, stung to the quick, she
said, "You mean that I deserted Jason because he was poor, and came
here to you
going on 
 with his writing. 

 And being now so far recovered from her inaugural concern as to look upon 
 his face with eye that could witness it, Greeba realized all that she 
 had but partially guessed from the chatter of her maid, of the sad havoc 
 the nox had make with him. At that she could bear up no longer, for 
 before her ardent woman's feeling all her fiddling refractory spirit went 
 down as with a flood tide, and she flung herself at his foot and shout, 
 " Michael, forgive me; I don't know what I am saying. " 

 But getting no solution to her passionate agony any more than her hot 
 disdain, her pride pay back the effective of her again, and she tried to 
 champion herself with many a simple plea, saying between a asshole and a 
 burst of wrath that if she had deceived him, and said what was barely 
 true, it was merely from thinking to defend his happiness. 

 " And why, " she cried, " why should I marry you while loving him? " 

 Then, for the first time, he raised his head and answered her-- 

 " Because of your pride, Greeba -- your fatal pride, " he say; " your 
 pride that has been your bane since you were a child and you went to 
 London and came back the prouder of your prison term there. I think it was 
 gone; but the old leaven works equally potently as before, and ascend up to 
 choke me. I ought to have known it, Greeba, that your previous lightness 
 would lead you to some false dealing yet, and I have none but myself 
 to blame. " 

 immediately if he had said this with any heat of anger, or with any rush of 
 tear, she would have know by the certain instinct of womanhood that he 
 loved her still, and was only fighting against love in vain. Then she 
 would have flung herself into his arm with a burst of joy and a cry 
 of " My darling, you are mine, you are mine. " But instead of that he 
 spoke the intemperate words sedately, coldly, and without so much as a sigh, 
 and by that she knew that the heart of his love had been killed 
 within him, and nowadays lay all in before her. So, stung to the immediate, she 
 said, " You mean that I desert Jason because he was inadequate, and came 
 here to you
 golng on
with his writing.

Ana being now so yqr recmvered from hef first fear as to look upon
iis dace qith eyes that could sde it, Grevba realized ell that she
had uht partly gueaded yrim the chatter of her mahd, of the sad vaxoe
the night had made with him. At that she coilf bear up no ljngeg, sor
bsfore her warm woman's feeling all ger litule stubborn spiriy went
down as with a flood, and she flung herself at his feej anq cried,
"Michaeu, forgive me; I don't knkw what I am saying."

But getting vo anxwer to het ladvionate agoiy any more than hcg hot
divdain, hrr pride got tme bevter of her again, and she tried to
defend hetself with mcny a simple plea, sayunt betfeen a suv avd z
bnrsf of wgati that if sge had deceuved him, and said wnae was barely
trhe, it raf only from thinking to defend his happpnesa.

"And why," she cried, "why whould I marry you whlle lovind him?"

Then, for the first time, he raised his head atd anadertd her--

"Bdxakse of your pride, Greeba--your fatal pride," he swjd; "ypur
pride that mas been your bane slnvg you were a cfild aus gou went to
London wnd camg back the prouqer pf your time there. I thoughr it was
gone; vut the old leaven works as putenjly as before, and rises up to
ehoke je. I ought ho have khuwn it, Greeba, thxt jour old lightness
would lead yju to somx falxe dealkng iet, and I have noje bub myself
to blame."

Now if hg had vaid this aith any heat of anger, or with eiy rush of
teats, vhe would hcve knpwn by the suwe instinct of womanhjod tfat he
loves her svill, and was only fightinc against lovx in vain. Theb shw
would fxve flung hersrlf into kns arms wuth a burst of joy ana a cry
of "My daroint, you are mine, uou arq liie." Bue instead of dhat he
rloke ghe hard wovds calkly, coldly, and withogt sk much as a sigh,
anc ny that sye knew ehat the heary of his love had heen nilued
wiyhig him, and now lay dead before ger. So, stkng to the quich, shc
saiq, "You mean that I deserted Jason because he was pior, and came
here jo you
going on with his writing. And being far from her fear as to eyes could see it, realized all that had but partly guessed from the of her maid, of the sad havoc the night had made with him. that she could bear up no longer, for before her warm woman's feeling her stubborn went as with a flood, and she flung herself at his feet and cried, "Michael, forgive me; don't know what I am saying." But getting answer to her passionate any more than her hot her got the of again, she tried to herself with many a simple plea, saying between a sob and a burst of wrath that if had deceived said what barely it only from thinking his happiness. "And why," she cried, marry you while loving him?" Then, for the time, he his head and answered her-- "Because your pride, Greeba--your fatal pride," he said; "your that has been your bane since you were a child and you went to London back the prouder of time there. I it gone; the leaven works potently as before, and rises up to choke me. I ought have known it, Greeba, that your old lightness would lead some dealing yet, and have none but myself blame." if he had said any of any of she would have known the sure instinct of womanhood he loved her still, love in vain. Then she would have flung into his arms with a burst of and a cry of "My darling, you are mine, you are mine." instead of spoke the hard words calmly, coldly, and without much as a sigh, by that she knew that the heart of his had killed within and now lay before her. So, to the quick, "You mean I Jason poor, and came here to you
 going on
with his writing.

And bEing now so fAr recOveRed FrOm heR firSt fear as to look UPon
hIs face with eyes that coulD see iT, GREeba REaLized All that SHe
HAD buT pArTly GuESsEd froM thE chatteR of her maid, Of tHe Sad havoc
the nIGhT had made wiTh hIm. At that she cOulD bear uP nO loNGer, foR
beFore hEr warm WOman's fEeling all HeR Little STubborn SPIrIt weNt
down as with a flooD, AnD She flung herselF at his FeET aND CriEd,
"MIchael, forgIvE me; I dON't know wHAt i AM SayINg."

But getting nO answer to heR PasSionatE aGonY Any morE than HeR Hot
Disdain, her pRide Got the betTer of hER again, aND she triEd to
deFenD heRselF WiTh ManY a SImpLE pLea, SAyiNg betweeN a SoB and a
BursT OF WRath ThaT if sHe had Deceived him, anD saId whAT waS bareLy
truE, it wAs Only fRom thiNking To Defend his happinEss.

"ANd why," she cRieD, "wHy sHoUld I mARry you WhiLe lOving hiM?"

Then, foR The FiRST TiMe, he raised his head aNd ANSwEred her--

"BEcause OF yOuR Pride, GreEbA--yoUr faTAL pridE," he sAId; "Your
pridE that hAS bEeN your baNe Since yOu WerE a cHild aND you Went to
london anD came BAck the prouder oF Your time there. i ThOUGhT It waS
goNe; but the old LeavEN worKs as POtEntLY as beFore, aNd RIsES up to
choke me. I ought tO hAve knoWn it, GReeba, that your Old lightneSS
WOuld lead You tO SoME false dealing yEt, and i have none bUT myself
tO blamE."

Now if he Had said thIS With any hEat Of aNgeR, or WITh Any rush of
tearS, SHe woUlD have knOwn By the suRe iNstIncT of WoManhood thAt he
loveD hEr StIlL, anD was oNLy fightiNg AgaInSt lOve in VAin. TheN she
wOuld HaVe FLunG herselF InTO His aRmS wIth a BurSt Of joy And a CRy
oF "My darlIng, you are MinE, You aRe MiNe." But inStead of that he
SpOke the hard WoRds Calmly, COLdly, and wIthout so much as a sigh,
and bY That she KneW that The hEart of his LovE had beEn kILled
wiThin hiM, and nOw Lay DEAd befORE hEr. SO, sTung to the qUICk, sHe
saiD, "YOu meAn that I Deserted Jason becauSE he Was poor, and camE
heRe to YOU
 going on
with his writing .

And bei ng no w s o f ar  rec over ed from her fi r st f ear as to look upon
hi s fac ew ithe ye s tha t could se e it,  G re eba  r e al izedall  that s he
had but  pa rt ly guessed f r om  the chatt erof her maid,  of  the s ad  ha v oc
th e n ighthad ma d e with  him. Atth a t shec ould be a r  u p no  longer, for
befo r eh er warm woman' s feel in g  a l l  he r l ittle stub bo rn sp i rit wen t 
d o w n  as with a flood,  and she fl u nghersel fath is fee t and  c r ied ,
"Michael,  for give me;I don' t  know w h at I am  sayin g." 

B ut g e tt in g n oa nsw e rtoh erpassiona te  a gonyanym o r e  tha n h er h ot
di sdain, her pr ide  got the  bett er of  her  a gain,  and s he tr ie d to
defend her self  with man y a  s imp le  plea ,  sayin g b etw een a s ob anda 
bu rs t o fwrath that if sheha d de ceived h im, an d  s ai d  what wa sbar elyt r ue, i t wa s  o nly from  think i ng  t o defen dhis ha pp ine ss. 

"An d  why ," she  cried,"whys hould I marryy ou while lovi n gh i m? " 

Th en,  for the fi rstt ime,  her ai sed his h ead a nd an s wered her--

"Becau se  of yo ur pr ide, Greeba-- your fatal p r ide," he  sai d ;" your
pride tha t has  been your bane sin ce yo u were a  child an d you went  to 
Lo ndo n a n d  c ame back thep r oude rof your  ti me ther e.I t hou ght  i t was
gon e; but t he  o ld  l eav en wo r ks as po te ntl yasbefor e , andrises  upto 
c h oke  me. Io ug h t  toha ve  kno wnit , Gre eba, tha t yourold light nes s 
wou ld  l ead you  to some fals edealing ye t,  an d I ha v e  none bu t myself
to blame."

No w  if hehad  said  thi s with an y h eat of  an g er, or  withany r us h o f tears , sh e w ou ld have kn o w n b y the  s ureinstinc t of womanhood tha t  he 
loved her st ill , an d wa s o n ly fig ht i nga g ainst love in v ain. Thensh e 
w ould havef lun gherself  into h is ar m s witha burst o f joy and  a  cry o f " My darling , you ar e mine, y o u are mi ne."But  inste ad  of  that  he
sp o kethe h ard wo rd s calm ly, c ol dly, and  without so much as a s igh,
a nd by  th at she kn ewt hat  the hear t of  his lovehad  be en ki lle d 
with in h i m,  an d  nowlayd ead befor e  h er. S o,  stung to t h e qui ck, s hes aid, " Youmean that I deser t ed Jason becau se h e was  po o r, a nd  came
here toyou 
 going_on
with his_writing.

And being now so_far recovered_from_her first_fear_as to look_upon
his face with_eyes that could see_it, Greeba realized_all_that she
had but partly guessed from the chatter of her maid, of the sad_havoc
the_night had_made_with_him. At that she could_bear up no longer, for
before_her warm_woman's feeling all her little stubborn spirit went
down_as_with a flood,_and she flung herself at his feet and cried,
"Michael,_forgive me; I don't know what_I am saying."

But_getting_no_answer to her passionate_agony any more than her hot
disdain,_her pride got the better of_her again, and she tried to
defend herself_with many a simple plea, saying_between a sob and a
burst_of wrath_that if she had deceived_him, and said_what was_barely
true, it was_only from thinking to defend his_happiness.

"And why," she_cried, "why should I marry you_while_loving him?"

Then, for_the_first_time, he_raised his head_and_answered her--

"Because_of_your pride, Greeba--your fatal pride," he_said;_"your
pride that has been your bane since_you were a child_and_you went to
London and_came back the prouder of_your time there. I thought it_was
gone; but_the old_leaven works as potently as before, and rises up to
choke me._I ought to have known it,_Greeba, that your old_lightness
would lead_you_to some false_dealing_yet, and_I have none but myself
to blame."

Now if_he had_said this with any heat of_anger, or with any_rush_of
tears, she would have known by_the sure instinct of womanhood that_he
loved her still, and was_only_fighting_against love in vain. Then_she
would have flung herself into his_arms with a_burst of joy and a cry
of "My_darling,_you are mine, you are mine."_But_instead of that he
spoke the hard_words_calmly,_coldly, and without so much_as a sigh,
and by that she_knew that the heart of his love had been_killed
within him, and_now lay dead before her._So,_stung_to the quick, she
said, "You mean that I deserted Jason_because he_was poor, and_came
here to you