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Chapter I. Something Before Unknown
Clara Heyward was dressed in deep mourning, and it was evident that the emblems of bereavement were not worn merely in compliance with a social custom. Her face was pallid from grief, and her dark beautiful eyes were dim from much weeping. She sat in the little parlor of a cottage located in a large Californian city, and listened with apathetic expression as a young man pleaded for the greatest and most sacred gift that a woman can bestow. Ralph Brandt was a fine type of young vigorous manhood; and we might easily fancy that his strong, resolute face, now eloquent with deep feeling, was not one upon which a girl could look with indifference. Clara‘s words, however, revealed the apparent hopelessness of his suit.
"It‘s of no use, Ralph," she said; "I‘m in no mood for such thoughts."
"You don‘t believe in me; you don‘t trust me," he resumed sadly. "You think that because I was once wild, and even worse, that I‘ll not be true t
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