merry, exuberant spirit with the all too boisterous laugh?
"I understand." He spoke rapidly and very low. "But I saw at once that there was something about me--in me--that you suddenly saw and didn't like."
"Nothing, my dearest, nothing! I can't imagine anything happening to you that would make you anything else than adorable to me. I've always loved you; I always shall."
The exquisite girl embraced his great arm and looked up at him with eyes that were filled with worship. They walked in silence for a while. Finally they stood under the bright leaves of a burgeoning maple, and he turned squarely upon her.
"I don't want to say it," he began, "but. I must. Do you think you really ought to·marry me without thinking it over some more?"
"Deegan! What a queer question. How did you ever think such a thing?" she asked, vaguely worried.
He stood contemplatively stabbing the lawn with his walking-stick. She realized that he had never before remained serious with he
A pitiless story of love betrayed by racism, told with the electric tautness of the finest detective story and ending with a damning moral condemnation.