"Why, she sat down in the window-seat and cried. She cried passionately. Her eyes not only rained but lightened. They flashed, open, large, dark, haughty, upon me. They said, 'You have pained me; you have outraged me; you have deceived me.'
"She added words soon to looks.
"'I _did_ respect--I _did_ admire--I _did_ like you,' she said--'yes, as much as if you were my brother; and _you--you_ want to make a speculation of me. You would immolate me to that mill, your Moloch!'
"I had the common sense to abstain from any word of excuse, any attempt at palliation. I stood to be scorned.

, she sat down in the window-seat and cried passionately. Her eyes were haughty, pained; saying, you have outraged me. She added words.
"'I did respect - I did like you,' she said, 'Yes, as much as if you were my brother; and you - you want to make a speculation of me, for that mill!'
