"
Edith did not ask who this other was, neither did she dream that
Richard Harrington was in any way connected with the mystery. She
thought of him, however, wondering if she might tell him of Nina,
and asking if she could.
Arthur's face was very white, as he replied, "Tell him if you
like, or any one else. It is needless to keep it longer, but,
Edith, you'll come again, won't you? come to see Nina if nothing
more. I am glad you have seen her, provided you do not desert me
wholly."
"Of course I shall not," she said, as she laid the golden head of
the sleeping girl upon the cushion of the sofa, preparatory to
leaving, "I'll come again, and forgive you, too, for anything you
may have done, except a wrong to her," and she carefully kissed the
poor, crazy Nina.
Then, offering her hand to Arthur she tried to bid him good-bye as
of old, but he missed something in her manner, and with feelings
sadly depressed he watched her from the window, as, assisted by
Ike, she mounted her pony and galloped swiftly away.
"She's lost to me forever, and there's nothing worth living for
now," he said, just as a little hand pressed his arm, and a sweet
childish voice murmured, "Yes, there is, Arthur.
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