"What makes you look so like a
grave-yard? Crossed in love, hey? I thought it would come to that
sometime, and knew you would be hard hit when hit at all. Tell me about
it, do! Maybe I, too, know how it feels," and Jack laughed a little
meaning laugh as he remembered the time when Bessie's blue eyes had
looked at him and Bessie's voice had said, "I cannot be your wife."
"Hush, Jack!" and Grey put up his hand deprecatingly. "You don't know
how you hurt me. Bessie is dead!"
"Dead! Bessie dead! Oh, Grey!" and Jack nearly leaped from his chair in
his first surprise and horror; then he sat down again, and there was
silence between the two for a moment, when he said, in a voice Grey
would never have known as his: "When did she die? Tell me all about it,
please, but tell it very slowly, word by word, or I shall not understand
you. I seem to be terribly unstrung, it is so sudden and awful. Bessie
dead!" and he stared at Grey with eyes which did not seem to see
anything before them, but rather to be looking at something far away in
the past.
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