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‘WILD MARGARET. | 143
but a pleasant countenance; ‘and a nice job it has been!
Why didn’t you tell me she was a lady ?”’
He made an impatient gesture.
“What does it matter? Where is she?—how did she
take it?” .
‘She is in there,” said Lottie, shortly; “and she took it. ° /
—well, it would have been almost as easy to have murdered
her! Indeed, I shouldn’t be surprised if it did kill her.
1?
“utp? he said, with a cold smile; ‘tshe is not of the
sort that die easily. She will get over it. 2
time to lose. You get over to Paris; catch the down-train
\ to tbe junction, and travel by the night mail.” ked
ed.
“And you—what are you going to do now?’ she as
He smiled. .
“You need not trouble about that,” he said. ‘‘ You
hat you get your re-
She nodded. | | .
“TE it was to be done over again,” she began;
moved on a step, but stopped, and, with a spot of red,
aid: .
1, Ladvise you to get her awa
‘If he should happen to turn Up __she shrugged her shoul-
ders—‘“' I wouldn’t give much. for your lifer?
He nodded and laughed, and his eyes flashed evilly.
‘Blair will not turn up!” he said. -
The tone of confidence startled her. |
“Why? What have you done with him?” she asked.
_ “Now, my dear Lottie,” he said in a low voice, an
looking round cautiously, ‘ don’t interfere with my part
of the play. It doesn’t concern you. Get off as fast as
you can, and make your mind easy. Stop! you'll want
money,’ and he put his havd to his pocket; but, with a
deep flush and a tightening
Margaret had refused hers!
“Pve got enough money to go on with,” she said. ‘* You
if you like,”
and, with a nod, she sped quickly down the path. |
Austin Ambrose waited for a minute or two, looking at
thesky. The blue that had been so unbroken a short time
since was streaked with fleecy clouds, that might later
grow black. |
Then he opened the cottage door and walked into the
room where Margaret sat, her head resting upon her out-
stretched arms. :
While one could count twenty. he stood and looked down
at her, then he said, in a low voice; oo
* Miss Margaret!” penned
But there is no
y before Blair comes back.
then she 7
of the lips, she refused it—as