"What in the world are you doing in the park, and so far away from home, Miss Jessie?" Moray, the young architect, asked.
Her lips quivered and her eyes filled with sudden tears.
"Varrick Place isn't home to me any longer, Mr. Moray," she sobbed. "I have just left it to-day—left it forever. I wish I had never seen the place. It has caused me no end of sorrow."
"I do not wish to pry into any of your affairs," he said, gently, as he took her hand and walked slowly down the path with her; "but if you will confide in me and tell me why you left, I might be able to help you."
Little by little he drew from the girl the whole terrible story, until she had told him all.
Frank Moray's indignation knew no bounds. He could hardly restrain himself from ejaculations of anger.
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