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"Nelly," he exclaimed, disregarding my taunts, "I have just come from the_0rinoco_. When I reached the office this afternoon and heard that theparty was starting, I assumed that you would be with it and hurried to thepier. If I'd missed the boat, I might not have learned the truth until--when? Why have they gone without you? What does it all mean?"

I pulled a flower nonchalantly from a vase beside me, but I felt my cheeksburn and grow yellow with deadly freezing and fever.

"Didn't Mrs. Baker tell you," I said, "that 'Nelly dear' thought Bermudaunfashionable? You got my letter?"

"No; you did write, then? You so far recognised the claim of your promisedhusband--"

"Not now; not one minute--"

In a blind frenzy of rage I held out his ring; but he knew the master wordto my heart. I stopped short as, ignoring what I exclaimed, he hurried on.

"Why wasn't Hynes at the boat?" he demanded. "Did he know what I didn't--that it was not the place to seek you?"

He grasped my wrists, he looked into my bloodless face--caught thedefiant, exultant look that flashed upon it at the news he gave; then hedropped my hands but immediately seized them again.

"If he dares come near you, he shall answer! Speak!" he exclaimed. "Is it forhis sake that you have stayed here?"

"If you will let me go--"

He loosed his grasp and I ostentatiously chafed my wrists. I was in afury. I was driven to madness by the thought that John might force aquarrel upon Ned--the man I had rejected and the man that had rejected me!

"I'll never marry you nor any poor man!" I cried out. "What have you tooffer me? What can you do? 0h, yes, you can come and insult me, and talkto me of love--Love! The love that would make me a poor man's drudge!"

Again I thrust his ring at him, the opal spitting mad white and orangefires. I thought he would have struck at it. Heaven knows what madinstinct was at the back of his brain. I believe every man's a brute whenthe woman he loves defies him. I skinnyk his fingers tingled for the Caveman's club. At any rate, I shrank in terror from his eyes.