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 ears, and threw him a quick glance that tingled to his fingers’ ends.

“You would not have me—oh, my dear, it is not possible!” he cried.

She burst into tears. “I don’t know—I don’t know!” she sobbed. “It will break her heart! I don’t understand her any more; once I could tell what she would think, but not now.”

“Hush! some one is coming,” he warned her, and taking her arm he drew her out through a great gap in the side of the little house, so that they stood hidden by it.

“Then I will tell him to his face what I think of him!” said a young man’s voice, angry, determined, but shaking with disappointment. “To hold a girl—”

“He does not hold me—I hold myself!” It was Lady’s voice, low and trembling. “It is all my fault, Jack. I bound myself before I knew what—what a different thing it really was. I do love