Richard Vandermarck eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 262 pages of information about Richard Vandermarck.

Richard Vandermarck eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 262 pages of information about Richard Vandermarck.

I burst into tears, and put my hands before my face.

“What is it?” he said, uneasily.  “You need not be troubled about me.”

Seeing that I did not stop, he said again, “Tell me:  is it that that troubles you?”

I shook my head.

“What is it, then?  Something that I do not know about?  Pauline, you are unhappy, and yet you’ve everything in the world to make you happy.  I often think, there are not many women have as much.”

“The poorest of them are better off than I,” I said, without raising my head.

“Then you are ungrateful,” he said, “for you have youth, and health, and money, and everybody likes you.  You could choose from all the world.”

“No, I couldn’t,” I exclaimed, like a child; “and everybody doesn’t like me,”—­and then I cried again, for I was really in despair, and thought he meant to put me away, memory and all.

“Well, if that’s your trouble,” he said, with a sigh, “I suppose I cannot help you; but I’m very sorry.”

“Yes, you can help me,” I cried imploringly, forgetting all I ought to have remembered; “if you only would forgive me, really and in earnest, and be friends again—­and let me try—­” and I covered my face with my hands.

“Pauline,” he said, standing by my side, and his voice almost frightened me, it was so strong with feeling; “is this a piece of sentiment?  Do you mean anything?  Or am I to be trifled with again?”

He took hold of my wrists with both his hands, with such force as to give me pain, and drew them from my face.

“Look at me,” he said, “and tell me what you mean; and decide now—­forever and forever.  For this is the last time that you will have a chance to say.”

“It’s all very well,” I said, trying to turn my face away from him.  “It’s all very well to talk about loving me yet, and being just the same; but this isn’t the way you used to talk, and I think it’s very hard—­”

“That isn’t answering me,” he said, holding me closer to him.

“What shall I say,” I whispered, hiding my face upon his arm.  “Nothing will ever satisfy you.”

“Nothing ever has satisfied me,” he said, “—­before.”

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