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238 to move the world as he chose. But he stood there, waiting with a woman's infinite patience for any impulse towards confidence she might feel—just a tender, solicitous father, grasping in his hand a daughter's insignificant gift.

he said, with a sort of appealing wistfulness.

She held out her hand to him.

she said, with unshed tears springing to her eyes.

he asked.

Again that question arrested her, awoke her imaginings, and she made up her mind on what had long been a pondered idea.

She got up at once.

she said, with a resumption of her usual manner.

The carriage was waiting for her, and she got briskly in.

she said to the footman.

As she drove there, she tried to stifle thought, for she knew that her design was to confirm or dispel a suspicion that should never have been hers. She was doing a thing which was based on a wrong done to her husband in thought. That she knew, but she combated it by saying to herself,

She found Mrs. Emsworth at home and delighted to see