So I've just been there. He took the
violin all right, but he didn't seem to want me. He said nothing could
ever be as it was before. I was ready to get married and go away--I'd do
almost anything for a change--but he actually seemed to be glad to get
rid of me and they've given my automobile, that Colonel Kent himself
gave to me for a wedding present, to that doctor who was out to your
house last night. Oh," sobbed Isabel, "I wish I was dead. If you only
hadn't run over us, everything would have been all right!"
Romeo's young face was set in stern and unaccustomed lines. He, then,
was directly responsible for Isabel's tears. He had run over them and
hurt Isabel and made everything wrong for her, and, because she was a
lady, she wasn't blaming him in the least. She had merely pointed out to
him, as gently as she could, what he had done to her.
A bright idea flashed into his mind, as he remembered that he was
twenty-one now and could do as he pleased without consulting anybody. He
reached into his pocket, drew out a handful of greenbacks and silver,
even a gold piece or two.
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