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Rh Osborne!—never an Osborne!" She raised her eyes from the still face, and there, in the gaping, horrified crowd, she saw the face of the woman who had given her all her trouble.

"Come here!" she called; and the frightened woman came.

"I am in your place," Lady Osborne said. "Take back your son."

The woman, with a frightened cry, flung herself at the lady's feet.

"You scorned me and maddened me till I spoke," she groaned.

"Take away your son!"

The woman, white as death, rose before her.

"I lied to you," she said; "it was my baby that died. This is your child!"