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 stared long and earnestly into her eyes. Unflinchingly she bore the scrutiny. Then tenderly he drew her to him and kissed her on the forehead. He did not speak, but she trembled strangely, joyously, as one might who received a sacrament.

“A holy kiss,” she thought, and her heart went out to him, and through the sudden blur of tears her eyes shone with a new and mystical light.

“Be careful,” she said as she clung to him; “T am afraid.”

“Of what?”

“That man. He is dangerous.”

He laughed. “To himself.”

“Ah, but be careful, Perseus. You do not know him as well as I do, and of what he might be capable. I am sure that there was madness in his eyes.”

“The madness of conceit and ruffled vanity. To-morrow, Andromeda, to-morrow we shall spread our wings.”

“T wish to-morrow was here.”

A great restlessness was upon her; without him the place seemed horribly lonesome. By turns she grew nervous and defiant. The room