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272 will get cold." He went out and took possession of her.

Washington Gibbs was leaving. "He had to accompany his friend," he said; "but would call to see how they got over the fatigue of the day, if he might."

Lucy beamed upon him. "Come to-morrow," she murmured.

George took his place. "I'm not jealous," he said. "I know you are only studying the colour; but you must not study too hard, you know. You were with him nearly all day, and I don't like it, Lucy. A white woman ought not to talk to such fellows."

Lucy laughed, and changed the subject. She was so sweet to him that he forgot to reproach her further. But Virginia hardly said goodnight to her sister.

"How could you, Lucy! You flirted with him; I saw you. How could you!"

Mr. Allison, too, looked unkindly at his younger daughter.

"You were too much with that fellow," he said crossly, "to-day. Furlong had no right to bring him about the place."

Lucy flushed hotly.