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Rh "He ain't. He's dangerous. I see it in his eyes. He'll kill you some day; I know he will."

Mary Bradley laughed, and put her arm around the old woman's waist, and kissed her wrinkled face.

"You dear old fool!" she said. "Neither Crœsus nor the king could induce him to hurt me by so much as a pin-prick. I can twist him round my little finger every hour in the day."

"Do you love him, Mary?"

"Let me tell you, mother. For what he has told me to-night, for the hope he has given me, for the promise of pure joy he has set before me, I adore him."