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 cress and bread and butter. Have you any cherries or strawberries?”

“Both, sir.”

“Then bring us both. And, oh, by the way, if we could have the garden to ourselves.” He slipped two or three pieces of silver into her plump hand.

“You shall, sir; have no fear. I don’t won- der at it, either. If I was a man I should want iby tOORT

“You are extremely sympathetic,” he said.

“We're all alike, sir, God be praised.”

He returned to Andromeda and threw him- self on the grass at her feet.

“What have you been doing?” she asked.

“Ordering some cherries.”

He caught her hand and began to play with it, impressing a kiss upon the tip of each sepa- rate finger, kissing the pink palm, the white wrist.

“It is almost gone,” she said.

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There was nothing but the faintest shadow of a bruise, so faint, indeed, that one would scarcely have noticed it. Tenderly he allowed his lips to linger on it.