Beth Norvell - Page 35/177

With flushed cheeks she watched him go slowly down the stairway, and

there were tears glistening within those dark eyes as she drew back

into the room and locked the door. A moment she remained looking at

her reflected face in the little mirror, her fingers clinched as if in

pain.

"Oh, why does n't he go away without my having to tell him?" she cried,

unconsciously aloud. "I--I thought he surely would, this time."