. You must not think of it. I am so sorry to grieve
you."

"You can't love me, then," cried the young merchant hoarsely.
"Other women before now would have given their eyes to have had me.
Do you know that?"

"For goodness' sake, then go back to the others," said Kate, half amused
and half angry.

That suspicion of a smile upon her face was the one thing needed to set
Ezra's temper in a blaze. "You won't have me," he cried savagely.
"I haven't got the airs and graces of that fellow, I suppose.
You haven't got him out of your head, though he is off with another
girl."

"How dare you speak to me so?" Kate cried, springing to her feet in
honest anger.

"It's the truth, and you know it," returned Ezra, with a sneer.
"Aren't you too proud to be hanging on to a man who doesn't want you--
a man that is a smooth-tongued sneak, with the heart of a rabbit?"

"If he were here you would not dare to say so!" Kate retorted hotly.

"Wouldn't I?" he snarled fiercely.

"No, you wouldn't. I don't believe that he has ever been untrue to me.
I believe that you and your father have planned to make me believe it
and to keep us apart."

Heaven knows what it was that suddenly brought this idea most clearly
before Kate's mind. Perhaps it was that Ezra's face, distorted with
passion, gave her some dim perception of the wickedness of which such a
nature might be capable. The dark face turned so much darker at her
words that she felt a great throb of joy at her heart, and knew that
this strange new thought which had flashed upon her was the truth.

"You can't deny it," she cried, with shining eyes and clenched hands.
"You know that it is true. I shall see him and hear from his own lips
what he has to say. He loves me still, and I love him, and have never
ceased to love him."

"Oh, you do, do you?" snarled Ezra, taking a step forward, with a
devilish gleam in his eyes. "Your love may do him very little good.
We shall see which of us gets the best of it in the long run. We'll--"
His passion was so furious that he stopped, fairly unable to articulate
another word.

With a threatening motion of his hands he turned upon his heel and
rushed from the room. As he passed it chanced that Flo, Kate's little
Skye terrier, ran across his path. All the brutality of the man's soul
rose up in the instant. He raised his heavy boot, and sent the poor
little creature howling and writhing under the sofa, whence it piteously
emerged upon