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 I chatter, to be sure, and I have not even yet grasped the mysteries of the Trinity.”

“Who are you, Andromeda?” he said. There was much solid perturbation in his eyes.

“Who amI? Just a blundering mortal who cannot see ahead, one who at times goes down on her hands and knees to grope.”

“T must know more of you,” he insisted doggedly; “I must have all your confidence. The time has passed for make-believe. At times you almost seem like a phantom lover. You have grown too dear for even a doubt to linger between us. I must know who and what you are.”

“Tf that would profit you I should not hesitate. Be content. You have made life very sweet to me, brought out my better nature. That seems rather strange, doesn’t it?” and the mocking mouth curled curiously; “yet it is perfectly true. I dread to dispel the charm. Perhaps you think it strange that I should dread anything.” He protested vigorously. “No, no. I know how good you are. Frankly, I never expected to meet with such delicacy. Let us be happy together a little while longer. Presently you shall know all.”