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 Brenton. “But why ‘Andromeda? I don’t seem to know the name—at least in this connec- tion. Ah, yes, she called you Perseus. Quite charming. She was always quaintly im- aginative.”

As one who had no doubt of his rights he assumed a tone of superiority. Andromeda re- garded him as a bird might the fascination of a serpent. There were fear and terror in her gaze; also an unspeakable loathing. Vermont glanced uneasily from one to the other, his mind throbbing with swift conjecture. Of the many things he had imagined in connection with her, this one thing had never come within the range of probability. Digby Brenton’s wife—Mad Brenton! Did this explain all that had gone before? ‘

Brenton, speaking, recalled his wandering faculties.

“You seem surprised,” he was saying in a low, harsh tone. “You did not know that this lady was my wife?”

“No.”

“But now that you are made aware of that surprising fact?”

“T still think that by your brutality you have