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I: was part of his plan that all at the manor should for that night see that the two were on excellent terms, and in that he was so completely successful that Sir J afi‘ray mentioned it both to him and to Lola. give me your solemn word of honor never to recall your ofiense and never to (Erezun of ofi‘ending again.” “I am not an icicle,” he murmured. “I.“ km: 21: ufi'enee? Stay, I am sorry. I pain you,” he cried, with a. sudden ‘m:~*‘<=o “071 my hmmrI will never again forget what I wish I need never remunbeg. ” And he spoke with such ap- parent earnestnesa and feeling that Mrs. De Witt forgave him without another “Pardon me. You are anxious for the honor of the family.” The sneer in his tyne was quite perceptible to her. “And if you do not keep your word and main- -tain the terms of the truce I will not keep mine, and you can force an open aciandre. As you will. ” The Frenchman’s almost reckless gayety lasted all through the evening, and Lola could not fail to notice it. It disturbed her. She knew the man, and knew well enough that it was the cloak for a state of nervous restlessness, the result of great agitation of some kind. She watched him closely, endeavoring to get some clew that would give her the key to the problem of his intentions and feelings, but she could detect nothing. “There is a truce till tomorrow at 12 o’clock,” he said to her ,as soon as they met. “I hold you to your word. Till then things are as they have been here, and you play your part with the rest. ” _ “I have no part to play,” she an- swered coldly. And Beryl, forced in this way, was compelled to submit to the little atten- tions which of deliberate purpose be paid her. With Beryl he was audacity itself. He paid her marked attention in a per- fectly deferential manner, but in a way which those present could not fail to notice. “Who; shall I sing to you?” he asked. he said. “And yet why should I ask forgiveness? Was it not the fault of your mm beauty? Who would blame me for losing myself in the maze of your eyes?” ‘ ‘I will not forgive you if you do not Beryl was struck by it also and sur- prised by it and was angered at the false position in which the man by his audacity placed her, but she set it down mereiy to his desire to brazen out his vinainy before her and to show that, though he was afraid not to accept the terms she had imposed, yet he was re- solved to accept them in his own way. Some of the effects, too, she put down to wine. She observed that he drank heavily at dinner, and this increased the disgust she felt toward him. M'If you do not forgive me, I shall leave the manor tomorrow morning," But not a glimpse of the terrible truth fiawned upon her, not a thought that ever in the midst of his wildest sallies, his loudest laughs, his tenderest songs, his thoughts were all set in deadly con- centration upon h 8 plan to take her life that night. She retired early, going to sit with old Lady Waleote in her rooms, and there was not a thought of personal danger in her mind. She was relieved to think that the man had spent his last evening at the manor, and that from then the atmosphere of the place would be the clearer for his absence, and she was glad to reflect also that one part of the complicated problem would by the marrow be in a fair way of settlement. When the man himself was gone, it would be much easier to deal with the question as it affected Lola, and this was the thought which she had when, after some two or three hours, she went toher own room, which was next to that of Lady Walcote’s, to go to bed. Fortunately for her, she could not sleep. The interview with Pierre Tur- rian had opened up a vein of human nature which was so novel to her- naked, unblushing, unashamed villainy -â€"and she had been so profoundly moved by all that she had heard and by the mystery and misery which hung over the house that she lay awake hour after hour, tossing from side to side, trying to see some way out of the tangle. The night was not, however, a very ‘da-rkcmeh Thgmwaa. .1 21009... thqngh For a long time she burned a. light, reading now and again in the attempt to break the thread of her painful thoughts; but, finding this vain, she put out the light and lay in the darkness. ”nu- CHAPTER XIV. TEE ATI‘EMPT ox BERYL’S LIFE. , The instant that Beryl saw who it 1 was that was threatening to break into ' her room and guessed the reason of the i’ visit she shrank back as closely as pos sible to the wall and waited in breath- ' less suspense while Pierre Turrian comâ€" : pleted his scrutiny of the room. ‘J'E‘Eg'hf was‘ shrouded by the heavy drifts of clouds which a somewhat fitâ€" ful wind was driving across the sky. Her blind was drawn up, according to her custom, to catch the earliest morn- ing light, and now and again when her eyes had grown accustomed to the dark- ness she could watch the flying clouds as she lay with her face turned toward the window}. " ‘ , AI__... A..-â€" She could think :“pidly on occasion and act as well. Now she jumped out of bed, slipped on some clothes and a. dark dressing gown and turned to alarm the house. But with her hand on the door she paused, and, moving swiftly back across the room to the window, she looked out cautiously, keeping herself well out of view. What she heard next made her heart beat quickly. She was a. brave girl, full of resource and daring at need, but the noise she heard might have made a man nervous. ‘ Then in an instant the meaning of it all flashed upon her. By stooping her head forward very slightly she was able to watch him and saw that he was bending sideways from the ladder while seemingly holding on to it with one hand. ' So long as he continued to stare into the room she did not move a muscle and almoss held her breath lest he should hear her and being disturbed make 011'. It was {While she was thus occu- pied, having made another vain eflort to get to, sleep, that she fancied she could hear a noise, though whether it was in her room or out in the corridor or in the next room or outside she conid not say. Thinking that it might be Lady Waleote moving, she listened very intently. It came from outside in the night, and it seemed that thieves were break- ing into the manor house. What she heard was the sound of a. ladder being placed close to her window. She heard the end as it struck the wall and again as it was moved into a different posi- tion. Just as she reached the window the head of a man \. ho was creeping stealth- ily up the ladder reached the level of the lowest pane of glass, and, putting his face to the glass and shading it with his hand, he peered into the rooxp. , He had begged for the delay in order that: he might destroy the evidence of his villainy and murder her, the only witness who knew of it. Beryl saw the man and shrank back shuddering and cold as she recognized the handsome, cruel face of Pierre Tur- rian. For her rapid, shrewd brain had re- solved that she would if possible let him carry out his intention of getting into the room, in order that he might the more clearly reveal his object, while she took ample means to provide for her own safety. Her nimble wits devised an easy method of tricking him if only he would give her an opportunity of a couple of minutes’ preparation, and this, to her intense relief, he did. Finding that he had not placed the ladder sufficiently close to the window to be able to open it, the man descend- ed it slowly and softly, just as he had clipbed it, and Beryl, straining every lime to listen, heard him go down. With swift, deft mov einent she so made up the bed that it looked as though some Ono were sleeping in it, and then she opened the door, which was covered by a curtain, and muming her head in a dark shawl she stood in the doorway sufficiently concealed by the door cur- tain and waited. She had not long to wait. Almost as soon as she had finished her preparations she heard the top of the ladder bumping softly against the Wall as Pierre Turrian came up it again. As he reached the top and his head showed between the window and the sky the moon shone out and lighted up the window and the figure of the man and came flooding into the room almost to the feet of the girl. She saw him peer eagerly into the room, while it was thus illuminated, and she could fancy his eyes gleaming with satisfaction at finding all quiet within and seeing What looked like the form of the sleeper still and motionless on the bed. In another second the moonlight had gone, and all was dark again, and be- fore Beryl’s eyes had recovered suflio ciently from the change from moonlight to dark to let her see what he was doâ€" ing she heard the click of the window bolt as it flew back before the thin knife blade which Pierre Turrihn had passed between the sashes. The next instant the lower sash was raised cautiously, slowly and almost noiselessly. save that the draft caused by the rush of air from the window to the open door set the curtain rustling, while Beryl felt the night air strike cold and chill upon that part of her face which was uncovered so that she might see what was being done. As soon as the 'window was raised hjgb encuazh ghg My“ in Q 8011;..- 1y anu gummy 155m pcrjI'FO'qu scarceiy hear him, and then he closed the win- dow behind him. At that instant a thought occurred to the girl. What if the Frenchman were not coming in search of her, but were merely paying a surreptitious visit to this wing of the house and had chosen by chance her room to pass through? In that case she stood right in his path. But his actions aimost immediately removed the doubt. The moon had not shone out again from behind the clouds, and the room was too dark for Pierre Turrian to see with any clearness, but Beryl’s eyes had grown so accustomed to the gloom that as he stood between her and the window she could watch every action of his. He stood quite still for almost half a minute, looking toward the bed. as it seemed, and the stillness was so acute that Beryl could even hear him breathe. see him pour the contents on to the handkerchief. This done, he thrust the bottle hastily into a side pocket and moved slowly and very stealthily to- ward the head of the bed. t waé now quite clear to her what he meant to do. After 5 pause he took something from his pocket which she thought was a handkerchief and shook it out lightly, and, folding it carelessly, held it in his left hand. IZlfhen he stood still, with his head bent forward toward the bed as though listening intently for the breath- ing of the sleeper he thought was lying there at his mercy. Next, and with only a. slight pause, he took something from another pocket. What it was she could not see, but when she saw him put it to his mouth and heard a slight creaking sound, as of a cork being drawn, she knew that it was a bottle, and she was prepared to A faint smell of drugs spread itself over the room, and Beryl recognized it instantly as chloroform. He was going to drug her first and probably suffocate her and then search for the paper which she had told him that morning was the only incriminat- ing piece of evidence in her possession. He meant to murder her. This thought, which might well have unnerved her, had a quite opposite effect. It stimulated her courage, and from the security of her hiding place, and with the assurance that she had only to step out in the corridor and call loudly for help to be quite safe, she watched his every movement with in- finite interest. -Then he moved forward again to the head of the bed and stooped low down, keeping the chloroformed handkerchief in evident readiness to hold over the face oi the sleeper. He had passed now out of the line of the window, and his movements in the deeper gloom were more difficult to fol- low, but she could still make out what he did. Before he reached the head of the bed it was obvious that he was puzzled by something unusual, probably, she thought, by hearing no sound of breath- ing from the bed. He bent forward and listened again intently, and as he was in the act of doing this the clouds part- ed again from before the moon’s face, and the silver light came once more streaming brilliantly into the room. hBeryl clinched her teeth as she noticed t is. Before' it vanished Beryl heard him mutter an oath in French into his mus- tache while he stood not knowing what to do. In a low but perfectly clear voice she and: 7 A. V - There was now no possibility of mis- take as to his intentions, and Beryl chose that moment to intervene. He glared across the spot. where Beryl now sh_r3_u~cd basal.” "It is useless, M. Turrian. You will have to choose some other time and means to murder me.” The man started from the bed as though the outlined figure had sudden- ly taken life and struck him. He could not tell from where the sound of the voice came, and he stood irresolute and apprehensive and muttered a half sup- pressed oath. “I have been watching you since the moment your face first appeared out- side the window. I have waited only to see what you intend to do. I can see that plainly now. I know the smell of Ihloroform”â€"he pushed the handker- chief hurriedly into his pocket as she said thisâ€"“and now if you do not go instantly I will rouse the whole house- hold and proclaim you a murderer be- fore every soul in the manor.” He glared across the spot where Beryl now showed herself, having thrown the door partly open. “You are the devil!” he growled be- tween his clinched teeth, while he seemed as though he would venture to attack her where she stood, but she did not flinch, and the impulse passed. He muttered a whole volley of oaths .in French under his breath, and, recog- nizing the neelessness of attempting to do anything, he opened the window again and got out on to the ladder just as the moon shone out for the third time, lighting up with its gleama the evil, vindictive, handsome face. She fastened the window after he had gone out and stood and watched him as he slunk away, keeping in the shadow of the house. Then she lit a lamp. and. THE WATCHMAN-WARDER: LINDSA‘i. ONT A} wrapping herself 'in warm'clotnes, reau a book until the morning broke. Then she got into bed to snatch a couple of hours’ sleep, knowing that the servants would be moving about the manor and that she need fear no further attack. Early in the morning she was wak- ened by a servant who explained that a messenger had come from Leycester Court to say that her father was ill and wished her to return home instantly. Before this summons all other con- siderations vanished, and, explaining hastily the circumstances to old Lady Walcote and leaving a letter for Lola, the girl hurried home, leaving the com- plication in which she had 'become en- tangled exactly where it had stood on the previous day. Thus when Pierre Turrian inquired at breakfast with some perturbation Thus when Pierre Turnan inqmreu at breakfast with some perturbation where Miss Leyoester was he heard to his great relief that she had gone home. This meant a respite for him. He had come down determined to brazen it all out, to dare Beryl to do her worst, to deny absolutely any story which she might tell as to the attempt on her life and to risk everything on the chance of getting a few more days at the manor house‘in order to complete a plan which had been shaping itself in his thoughts as a sort of last desperate act. A v 1 mil-n that he needed the help of Lola and resolved to have a long talk with her and compel her to fall in with his views. But he let nothing of his darker thoughts appear in his manner, and he was as jaunty in air, light of tongue and pleasantly chatty as usual during the whole of breakfast. In whatever direction the conversa- tion turned. he took such share as was usual with him, whether heknew any- thing about a subject or not. and ex- cept that he looked a little haggard from a sleepless night there was noth- ing in his manner to suggest to any of the others that anything unusual had happened or was being planned by him. He was annoyed when he heard Sir Jaffray say that he and Lola were going to ride out together, because he wanted to have his interview with her as soon as possible and had intended to Speak to her that morning, but he accepted the tem- porary check with equanimity as in- evitable. ‘ “Something has happened of which you know nothing. I want to tell you. It affects the whole position here, and everything is in peril. You must be warned for your own safety. I’m not a fool to cry ‘wolf’ without a very real cause. You know that. There is serious danger. ’ ’ Before she started however, he man- aged to get two minutes alone with her when she stood with her habit on wait- ing for Sir Jafltay. “Thank you. I have nothing what- ever to say to you in private, ” she an- Iwemd curtly. “I shall probably be back some time before Sir Jafiray and will see you be- fore lunch. ” “I wish you both a pleasant ride,” he said aloud and with a. smile, for Sir Jaflray had come up. “I shall try to do an hour or two’s work at music.” And he stood, smiling and bareheaded, looking after them as they rode away down the drive. Then he turned back into the house and went to the music room, where he found Mrs. De Witt ev- idently waiting for him. but he was in no mood for flirting or fooling with her. 7‘I must see ybu today alone for an hour,” he said. 151a bit her lip and was startled de- spitoher efiorts. "Are you going to play or sing, M. Tux-rim?” she asked. “The lovers have ridden 03 together and left us. Lola was full of excuses for leaving me, but I told her I would certainly excuse her, seeing that as the other people are com- ing soon this may be the last chance they would have of billing and cooing together, and they are so absurdly hap- py with one another that I could not think of letting etiquette interfere. Be- sides, Lola is such an unconventional creature one can’t expect her to do as other people. ” “No, true; otherwise you’d be riding with the husband and I should be talk- ing to the wife. As it is, they positively leave us together. It is very droll when you think of it. If anything were to happen! If I were to fall violently in love with you or you with me, their re- sponsibility would be enormous.” _ Mrs: De Witt laughed not very pleas- antly. “ You are a singular man,” she said. "Because I loved you yesterday after- noon and don’t love you this morning? Say rather a natural man. Passion, madame, is a garment to be worn only on occasion. lest it should grow shabby and tattered with too much use.” “You are insulting.” “Not in the least,” he answered in- solently. “Women in the morning are appendages, in the afternoon playmates and in the evening playthings, but they are never necessaries, except in the sense of being necessary evils, and that only after marriage.” “I have no desire to be an appendage to an idle singer,” said Mrs. De Witt very angrily. and she swept out of the room, disappointed at the difference be- tween his present mood and that of the previous day. _ Pierre Torrian was glad to get rid of her so easily. and he went out soon afterwarq, and choosing a part of the drive which would enable him to catch the earliest glimpse of Lola on her re- turn he walked‘up and down, thinking and smoking cigarettes incessantly un- til she came. ‘ ‘Where can we go? We must be very private. ” “Come into the library,” she an- swered, leading the way into the room where they had had their first inter- view at the manor. As soon ' as he caught sight of her coming he hurried back to ~the house and waited for her to dismount, and the moment she entered the great hall of the manor he spoke to her. in warm cIOthes, read of Lola me o nne‘ that is it?” He looked at her for a moment with- out replying and then said with em- phatic deliberation: _ . LL-L 36- nnnlfl hp Even- nanny “Va-w-.. -_ , “The worst that it could be. Every- thing is known. ” And for the moment Lola lost all her self possession in the cold cramp that seemed to seize and paralyze her heart at the man’s words and manner. CHAPTER XV. “IF SIR JAFFBAY WERE rro DIE SUD- DENLY.” For more than a minute Lola was unable to frame a word in reply to what Pierre Turrian had said. The al- most brutal frankness with which he had delivered the thrust had over- whelmed her, and the host of nervous fears which had plagued her during the time of his presence in the house now recurred with cruel and distressing force. It was Pierre Turnan wno oroxe we silence with a jeer. “You seem a good deal upset by a simple thing which you ought certain- ly to have expected. Where are your wits? You couldn’t think this kind of thing was to go on forever?” This speech started the hope that the man was really deceiving her and playâ€" ing for his own purposes. “What do you mean by the secret be- ing known? What secret?” she asked. “You’re not going tohark back to the rubbishy nonsense that we played at when we met here first, I hope. ” And he laughed sneeringly. “I don’t care what you do, though. You can start any fool’s tale you like, for that matter, but what I mean is thisâ€":that there is now a third person who knows that you and I were married in the Church of St. Sulpice at Montreux, and that per- son means to tell everybody else.” “Who is it?” There was no hope in the tone in which the question was asked. “Some one who doesn’t beer you much loveâ€"Beryl Leycesterâ€"and a very unpleasant antagonist she is, I can as- sure you. ” “How do you know that she knows?” “For the best of all possible reasons. She told me so. She put into my hands a copy of the register from St. Sulpioe and asked me what it meant” “And what did you say?” came the question, eagerly interposed. “What should I say? That it was a lie, and that she was the victim of an extraordinary delusion, but she very soon showed me that I was the liar, and when I found that she did know I gave the business up and told my ver- sion.” “Nonsense! She had the facts, and it was only a matter of when she should speak. She spoke to me yesterday, and I told her my version of the matter. My faith, but I painted myself as black as a raven and you as white as a dove!” He laughed heartily as he said this. “Imagine you white as a dove, the in- nocent and all unsuspecting Marguerite persecuted by an atrocious villain of a Mephistopheles, myself! I compelled you to marry me. I made your life a hell. I drove you to rebel. I ill treated you ant‘ fell over that rock, with never a stamp of the foot to help me. I hid myself, waiting for vengeance. I tracked you down when you had mar- ried. I drove you to this life of lies. All I, I, I for the villainy, and you for the sweet. pure victim. On my soul. wnen I think of it I laugh down to my boots!" ‘- “It’s you who let out the truth with your tale of the Devil’s rock!” cried Lola vehemently. ,He lighted a cigarette and pufi'ed at it in silence for a minute. and when he spoke again there was a sharp change in his tone and manner which made Lola look up. “But I had a purpose. mark you, and if the devil hadn’t failed me for once I would have carried it out and have si- lenced that sly she cat once for all. I sought to get delay by making you out :3 the victim, and I meant to stop that tool’s chatter for good and all.” “What do you mean?" “That that cold faced cat was within an ace of death last night; that I went to her room in the dead of the night to save you from her deriiment, and, had it not been for some dissed chance that kept her awake and let her hear me coming, you would have woke up this morning to find that your old rival was laid out cold and stark. freed from the fretting troubles of this wicked world by the blessing of chloroform and my strong arm and unable to go chattering about other people’s business.” “Do you mean you tried to murder Beryl Leycester last night in her bed in this house?” cried Lola, paling with ex- cited agitation. misery for them all? And then she re- proaehed herself bitterly for having sought to escape from the meshes of the not which latte haq woven round her. ‘\ .- -ku “Cl. For some timeflsâ€"hé' 'cbiud not again her self command; but, recognizing at 135$ n we t ‘seleu with “Is murder so much uglier in a bed- room than on a mountain side that you shudder at the sound in the one case and yet can do the deed in the other? Bah!” He sneered and waved his hand impatiently. “Don’t be a fool, Lola. Tell me the truth and say you’re as sorry as I am that I failed. Don’t cant. ” “As God is my judge,” she cried passionately, “I would rather ten thou- sand times that you had killed me!" And then, overwrought, she sank on a chair that was by her, and, leaning her arms on the table, buried her face in them in an agony of tearless misery. ,__.._-' - His words ‘hac'i revealedflifo her with lightning vividness the full horror and hogglessngss 01 her position. The price of harsh: heavnearly been murder, and the thought overwhelmed her, yet she was helpless. ,,‘,___‘ Why was her fate linked with that of this man of infamy, who held in his re- lentless hands the power to crush her lifgjnd deg her to ruin? He paused before he answered and looked at her aslant, with his eyelids half closed. Pierre Tunian who broke the ié‘ r‘rencEman. M < I‘l‘l‘dn Wag any a 11K8 gal??? firmness, she Wide 3 ‘32:; 00 show a bold h- 6 out to him “Better?” he snepma -- “Better?” he raised her head. ' Dunner!" ne sneered as “Hum. V raised her head. “It Was be done.” av, ‘- unuo adj, UHF you mnAQQE your nerve just now. There’s'wmh be done.” “ You are right,” she gamma 8‘ - fly; “there is work, l3“ 1: must a“ lad shall not be murder. “You’d be muchflwiser i use such ugly terms. You use sucn ugly terms. .Yon Ego; :32: get that half the act_ of . . , fespeptabihty upon then: descnptlon: how, It 3011‘“ enough pluck left F0 heten (inietly, 1’11 soon show you winch Way 30:1: 111% lies. ” “You can say What you . immaterial. ” 111:; He glanced at her angrily“ feted an oath at her for the which she spoke. commuted What your law calls high??? You did it, as you will say, in ignorance' hoping that you had seen the last of in; when the stamp of that pretty but em. getic foot of yours sent me rolling do“ into the gorge from the Devil’sm,c but unfortunately for your plea of ig- norance when I came here you Went 0: pretending that you were Sir Jafiray‘l wife and continued to stav here. Hm...“ "d-_.._ v... “u“mmmg when the stamp of that pretty but finer. getic foot of yours sent me rolling do“ into the gorge from the Devil's Mk, but unfortunately for your plea of ig. noranoe when I came here you wem 0n pretending that you were Sir Ja 5 wife and continued to stay here, , you knew the marriage was 131ng and void. Do you 545: that that does? It just pricks the bub-hie of you inna cence, and it puts you a deal deep; into the mud than you were before. That’s all, and 1f It's any 0011801311031 to you you may know that I saw that from the first, and it sulzed my FUDGE that you should be Ctmpromised as much as possL‘cIe.” amps and as : but she had this time com “Go on,” E “That means ma: 0 :2: at anymo- ment be put on your rt: 52? for bigam and have to face the v hcle wcrldimm the prisoner’ s dock. and, what 15 more, that I can put you there and will ifyan drive me to it. Get that into your head clearly.” “And I mean to show you cheat way in which it can be done,” be cc} tinned, not heeding the intermpzice “Sir Jafirso' has settled on you a good many thousands of pounds, and, as! happen to know, he has in his will, like a loving husband should, left ya everything that he ccuid leave withm touching the entailed estates. Now”â€" he paused end looked very closein her and mks very deliberatelyâ€""t Sir Jafirsf were to die. say, by 3:; :3 cident or suddenly in any way y would as suddenly be freed from your embarrassments.” She met his look and returned “3 one which seemed so hold his eyes a: her. “I am waiting to know whatyw want. I have nevo I doubted either you} bullying cowardice or your cunning.” “What I want, is easiiy to clear away from your 3 culties that threaten to I: “You are sudden};~ 7 my account,” she mic or E V b 1‘ You don’t exp?” hand that I am road." plot to murder Ill: 11“ “Why not? hemd tba pa}; Lola clinched her hands till the nail; nearly ran into her palms, and she bfi her lip hard in her agitation, and it“ lully a minute before she trusted hermfl tospeak. -“fl‘ w um... The Frenchman filled up the intern! by lighting a fresh cigarette and “3‘ 1113 up and down the room. He W glad of the pause, for the strain of 3' moment told on him. He was very P31" and the perspiration came out in 8 119' of beads on his forehead. __ ,:: am The re was no one there. his tho d regfhgnfie could Lear the W he said nothing Lola. - “I was mistaken. " to the room and closi him. 93m L013. “when it 11:. ' magma that there :1li eavesdrop He made no ansmr to t-Ins. " I" W .“Well, you know my plan I10. 0 f. 3811!. “It is the only one 1305511319 ‘ Whatdoyu 892118 out of this mess. say ” _ . - M genw‘: “I mean," and his voice grew: Um hoarse and unsteadyâ€"“I mean thaw! Jafiray is the one obstacle in your path. Ind it is necessary for your sake and 1! mine that the obstacle should be 1!- moved. ’ ’ “I think I nnderst Lola at length when herself to speak. “Am pen afterâ€"after what ; He was by the door 0 she spoke, and he turm standing still. He tried “What should 11:21: 12:12 With a wave of tht Lands “2 of the shoulders. “Yum won and I would Claim yen as In} “You would c'mm 1m c!‘ sh< “Certainly.” he said m “You would be my wife" â€"â€" “What’s that?” h to the door and trie 13'. but in his haste handle and then I looked out. "Well?” She uttered the single ssh ble question without allowing a Eifl or symptom of her feeling to be win her face. He stopped s“ “(.(X ing the sentence and door. (To be commuw' yr ,5 square 9‘ '"U’ a, 0. 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