Chapter 59

“I can’t believe you care for me,” she said helplessly. “I _know_ you can’t. What’s the use, Barney? Of course, you’re sorry for me—of course you want to do the best you can to straighten out the mess. But it can’t be straightened out that way. You couldn’t love me—me.” She stood up and pointed tragically to the mirror over the mantel. Certainly, not even Allan Tierney could have seen beauty in the woeful, haggard little face reflected there. Barney didn’t look at the mirror. He looked at Valancy as if he would lik…