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Stella, turned her eyes upon him, and something like pity took possession of her for a moment. It was a womanly feeling, and it softened her reply. "I--am very sorry," she said, in a low voice. "Sorry!" he repeated, hoarsely, quickly. "Do not say that!" "Yes--I am very sorry," she repeated. "I--I--did not know----" "Did not know that I loved you!" he retorted, almost sharply. "Were you blind? Every word, every look of mine would have told you, if you had cared to know----" Her face flushed, and she raised her eyes …