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 rabbit is so sensitive that its ears are dyed crimson at the least sudden impression.

"That is Cherokee Bell, the prettiest of them all; yes, and the best." The Major's tone was deep and earnest.

The guest immediately grasped the water bottle, poured himself a glass and drank it off slowly, with majestic mein, to calm himself.

"She is beautiful!" he exclaimed, and shutting his teeth together: "Why in the name of heaven did I run upon her"—this to himself.

"My wife and I have always been very fond of her—she is our governess."

"Your governess!" Frost's smile of superiority lighted his face as he added: "I had thought I would like to know more of her, but"

"She seldom meets strangers," said the Major quietly, and looking steadily at him. "She has had some little experience in the outer world. She is more contented here with us."

"How long has she been with you?"

"Six months and more."

Frost's voice was unsteady as he asked, "Hasn't hers been a life of romance? She looks like a woman with a history."

"You are a regular old gypsy at fortune telling. She has had a varied life, poor child."