-- but only one like her in one man 's eyes . He stood before her mute with shame , his boyish face white and haggard . She had blushed crimson all over her dainty paleness at sight of him , and laid her hand quickly on the breast of her white gown . Her eyes were downcast and her breath came shortly . He thought her silence the silence of anger and scorn . He wished that he might fling himself in the dust at her feet . `` Una -- Miss Clifford -- forgive me ! '' he stammered miserably . `` I -- I did not send them . I never meant that you should see them . A shameful trick has been played upon me . Forgive me ! '' `` For what am I to forgive you ? '' she asked gravely . She did not look up , but her lips parted in the little half-smile he loved . The blush was still on her face . `` For my presumption , '' he whispered . `` I -- I could not help loving you , Una . If you have read the letters you know all the rest . '' `` I have read the letters , every word , '' she answered , pressing her hand a little more closely to her breast .
`` Perhaps I should not have done so , for I soon discovered XXXXX they were not meant for me to read .
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