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 A PATCHED PEACE.

"Look at her!" cried Coppinger, with his back against the house door, and pointing to Judith with his stick. She was standing near the piano, with one hand on it, and was half turned toward him. She was in black, but had a white kerchief about her neck. The absence of all color in her dress heightened the lustre of her abundant and glowing hair. Coppinger remained for a moment, pointing with a half sneer on his dark face. Mr. Menaida had nervously complied with his demand, and had removed the hat from the smuggler, and his dark hair fell about his face. That face was livid and pale; he had evidently suffered much, and now every movement was attended with pain. Not only had some of his bones been broken, but he was bruised and strained. "Look at her!" he shouted again, in his deep commanding tones, and he fixed his fierce eyes on her and knitted his brows. She remained immovable, awaiting what he had to say. Though there was a flutter in her bosom, her hand on the piano did not shake. "I am very sorry, Captain Coppinger," said Judith, in a low, sweet voice, in which there was but a slight tremulousness. "I profess that I believe I acted wrongly yesterday, and I repeat that I am sorry—very sorry, Captain Coppinger." He made no reply. He lowered the stick that had been pointed at her, and leaned on it. His hand shook because he was in pain. "I acted wrongly yesterday," continued Judith, "but I acted under provocation that, if it does not justify what I did, palliates the wrong. I can say no more that is the exact truth." "Is that all?"

"I am sorry for what was wrong in my conduct—frankly sorry that you are hurt."