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‘eyes out for! I wish--I wish that I were dead or had no.
~~. heart!’ - po
‘*The two things aresynonymous,’’,he said. ‘‘ Without. —
a heart one, indeed, might as well be'dead.”” a,
She looked at him with momentary interest and curi-
‘*They say that you have no heart, Austin.’ ~
‘*But you know that I have,’’ he responded at once.
‘* But we won’t talk about my heart, it isa matter of such |
‘little consequence, isn’t it? And now I think I will go. I
have come like the messenger with good tidings, and my _
resence is now superfluous. “You will see Blair shortly...
need scarcely hint that not a word of the past should .
escape your lips.”’
He spoke as carelessly and coolly as usual, but his eye
watched hers closely as he waited for her answer.
‘*No, no,’’ she said; ‘‘I will say nothing about—her
and she shuddered. oo. vs
‘*Certainly not. Takevare you do not. It is grewsome |
work raising specters, and I warn you that to speak of. |
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. Margaret Hale to Blair would be to raise a specter which
- will send him from your side at once.” ”
She sighed and bit her lips.
: i ‘* He—he cared for her so much?’ she murmured husk: |
Austin Ambrose shrugged his shoulders. Ce
‘‘Who can tell? I suppose so. Certainly, he raved,
- about her enough. But all that is past, you know; the
_ girl is dead, and Time—which, so they say, will wipe out
anything save an 1 O U—will erase her from his-niem- -
ory! -
_ He got his hat, and stood looking down at her slight fig-
ure as she sat leaning forward over the fire. ee
Then she glanced up and caught his eyes. /
With a little start, she rose and held out her hand.
‘““I—I do not know’ what to say to you, Austin,” she
said, falteringly. ‘To. speak of gratitude. seems a mere
formal way of expressing what I feel. You have done me
a great service——’”’ She stopped and hesitated, embar-
vassed by his steadfast gaze. ‘‘I£ there is anything I can
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He shook his head. 7 OS = .
“No,” he said, with a smile, ‘there is nothing you can
do for me, thanks, except win the day and be happy.’’. a
~ “And—and yet-you spoke of—hinted at—some possible |
reward?’ she said, wondering whether she should offer
him money.
‘Are you dying to. make mea present of, say, a thou-
. sand pounds?” he said, laughing softly. “I am sorry to