If I should sue to you upon my bended knees to be mine, Bernardine, would you not turn from him for me?
The next day when he called, Bernardine again met him at the door.
As she reached the threshold, Bernardine stood rooted to the spot at the spectacle that met her gaze.
"I do not propose to marry you," replied Bernardine, rising haughtily from her seat.
"But I do not want to go to sleep to-night," added Bernardine in the next breath.
Doctor Gardiner's coming had been to Bernardine as the sun to the violet.
Attempt to force Bernardine Moore into this hateful marriage, and it will be at your peril.
And you feel in your heart the truth of what I say—that I am innocent, Bernardine?
By this time Bernardine's eyes had become accustomed to the dim, uncertain light.
"I want to intercede with you for poor Bernardine Moore," she said, simply.