brighten the quenched sparkle of her eyes, paint her cheeks with rose again — do it, in God’s name, and make of me a friend for life.”
“Shall I tell you what has gone amiss — from the very first there at Otsego?”
“No — that concerns not me — — ”
“Yes, I shall tell you! It’s that she knew about — the wench here — Dolly Glenn.”
“Is that why she refuses you and elects to remain unhappy?” I said incredulously.
“Yes — I can say no more� . You are right, Loskiel, and such men as I are wrong — utterly and wretchedly wrong. Sooner or later comes the bolt of lightning. Hell! To think that wench should hurl it!”