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_ WILD MARGARET, =————s«&B9
“Of course!:.assented Miss Graham, smiling. down
‘upon him,. ene orgy Laks ot Pipes
He was known as ‘‘ Sublime Ignorance.”
“One for’ you, Aldy,” chorused Chichester. But,
seriously, where is Blair?- He went off without a word, _
don’t you know, let me see, two days ago. Perhaps he's
bolted! Shouldn’t wonder! He has been going it awfully
Yapidly lately, don’t you know. Poor old Blair!? |
_ For once Miss Graham seemed to have no repartee ready.
her horse’s ears, her eyes
She sat looking straight between
» till and placid, her lips set. > © mo
Then she looked round them with a smile,
_ Well, I can’t stay chattering with you any longer.”
‘* Oh, give us another minute, ” pleaded Lord Chichester:
“It’s too hot for riding.”
‘‘ And far too hot for talking,” she put in, “T must be
‘off! Are you coming, girls?” ;
_ As she spoke the two girls who were with her, and who
had been talking with some of the men, obediently—every-
body obeyed Violet: Graham—gathered up their reins, a
horseman rode slowly up, and bringing his horse to astand
close beside Violet Graham’s, raised his hat...
He was a tall, fine-looking man, thin and not badly made, .
but there was something in-his face which did not pre-
- possessone. Perhaps it was because the lips were too thin
and under control, or the eyes too close together, or per-
haps it was the expression of steadfast determination which
lent a certain coldness and hardness to the clear-cut feat-
ures, . ; oo
’ .
thing there, dropped to her horse’s ears.
He answered her salutation in a low, clear voice—almost —
too cold and grave for so young and handsome a man,
and exchanged greetings with the rest. Then, without
ooking at her, he said: a if
"2" ** Are you riding on?” .—
~ “Yes,’? she said. ‘‘ We were just starting. ° Good-bye!” :
and with a wave of her hand to her circle of courtiers, she
-Tode on, Austin Ambrose close by her side. i,
** How LI hate that fellow!’ murmured the dragoon, lan-
guidly, looking after them. | .
‘Hear, hear,’’ said Lord Chichester..
“And yet he isn’t a bad fellow—what’s the matter with
him?” stammered the marquis,
‘Don’t know,’? murmured Captain Floyd.‘ ‘I do not
like thee, Dr. Fell, the reason. why I cannot tel]l——’”
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‘‘Ah, Austin, how do you do?’ said Miss Graham, with _
the easy carelessness of an intimate friend, but as she’
. Spoke her eyes seemed to seek his face, and finding some- —