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\ », ." As much as one can trust another seeing that, accord-
_ . Ing to the latest novelist, we are all Judases. But you.
can trust me. This affair of Blair’s will end in smoke, be-
leve me,”’ . ye .
Violet Graham drew a long breath. ;
Remember!’ she panted. ‘‘Put a stop to this—this
madness of his, and I will give you. anything you can ©
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no, shal not forget,’? he said. ‘‘Let me take you back
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. CHAPTER XIII.
_ MARcarErt was living in an earthly paradise. Existence,
indeed, was more like a beautiful dream to her than the
8ray and sober reality it is to most of us. a
—_,40 be loved isa nice thing, a grand thing, a fact which
gilds even the most prosaic life and makes it bright; but
to be loved by such a man as Lord Blair—so handsome, so
rave, so devoted, and so passionately and entirely hers!
It passed all saying, as the Italians put it; and Margaret’s
aYS were full of sweetness and joy; for if he did not sée
ler every day, he managed to come down three or four
Imes a week, and they met in stolen interviews at the
Cascade, or in the deeper recesses of the woods. —
And Blair—Blair, who had gained for himself the repu- |
tation of the most fickle young man in London—seemed
more deeply in love every time they parted.
f Margaret had been the scheming girl, aiming at the
Ferrers’ coronet, which Austin Ambrose at first imagined
‘er, she could not have gone more cleverly to work to
Secure Lord Blair Leyton.
Once or twice he had brought her down some presents, a
Ting at first, a bracelet the next time, but Margaret would
not accept them. : ~ Oo
«pe, Will take nothing I cannot wear, Blair,’’ she said.
. Pick this bunch of honeysuckle for me, and I will put it
in my hair; I like that better than‘all your jewels.”
But the third time he brought her a locket. Its face
Was a mass of pearls, with one large and costly diamond
Sparkling in the center. .
¢¢ 40U Can wear this, dearest,’ he said pleadingly. _ .
. Yes, I can wear that,” she said in the soft, melting
voice, which used to echo in his ears long after he had
left her and was up in town. ‘I can wear that,’ and she
tied it by her ribbon round her neck and hid it away in,
her bosom. “No one can see that, and I can take it
out——”
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