His dark-blue eyes , magnetic in their power and sweetness , looked gravely , questioningly , into Min 's stormy orbs . Slowly the fire and anger faded out of her face and her head drooped . `` I ai n't fit for you to talk to anyway , '' she said with a sort of sullen humility . `` Maybe you mean well but you ca n't do me any good . I 'm past that now . The Corner saints say I 'm possessed of the devil . Perhaps I am -- if there is one . '' `` I do mean well , '' said Telford slowly . `` I did not come here to reprove you . I came to help you if I could -- if you needed help , Mrs. Palmer -- '' `` Do n't call me that , '' she interrupted passionately . She flung out her hands as if pushing some loathly , invisible thing from her . `` I hate the name -- as I hated all who ever bore it . I never had anything but wrong and dog-usage from them all . Call me Min -- that 's the only name that belongs to me now . Go -- why do n't you go ? Do n't stand there looking at me like that . I 'm not going to change my mind . I do n't want any praying and whining round me . I 've been well sickened of that . Go ! ''
Telford threw back his XXXXX and looked once more into her eyes .
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