Behind it was Isabella 's , all pinched and gray . `` Phillippa , '' said Mark , `` Owen Blair has come back . He says he has never forgotten you , and that he wrote to you several times . I have told him that you have promised me , but I leave you freedom of choice . Which of us will you marry , Phillippa ? '' My dearie stood straight up and the trembling left her . She stepped back , and I could see her face , white as the dead , but calm and resolved . `` I have promised to marry you , Mark , and I will keep my word , '' she said . The color came back to Isabella Clark 's face ; but Mark 's did not change . `` Phillippa , '' said Owen , and the pain in his voice made my old heart ache bitterer than ever , `` have you ceased to love me ? '' My dearie would have been more than human , if she could have resisted the pleading in his tone . She said no word , but just looked at him for a moment . We all saw the look ; her whole soul , full of love for Owen , showed out in it . Then she turned and stood by Mark . Owen never said a word . He went as white as death , and started for the door . But again Mark Foster put himself in the way . `` Wait , '' he said . `` She has made her choice , as I knew she would ; but I have yet to make mine . And I choose to marry no woman whose love belongs to another living man .
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