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It cook! He louged to tee her; yet ail these hours had passed and he had made no effort to seek her. Suppose he again should be wrong? Bet ter far the suspense, the. She would be ab i'. It was not the formal room of oemmony. A few works of art were suspended from the exquis ttely-patnted eel'lng. The light was too dim to fitly study P them, but Arkwright strayed from one to another, hoping to find some to satisfy him ns to the Identity of Mari awe Florence with Florence Vane.
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I a priice, and be, a stripling!
Almost I forgot my prom ise to be calm for your dear sake. Have patience with hltn, and do not blame him that he loves me. Promise me that? Will you not accept the eoronet I offer you, and thus give mo the open right, fittingly to rebuke such audadty?
But you are not. She cast no single glance toward the corner where Arkwright had risen from his chair and stood awaiting her; but, crossing the floor, stopped before the picture of the cross, and a long, low sigh trembled on the air. The room seemed filled with the at mosphere of her beauty. His eyes dwelt on her exquisite grace as she stood there.
The wrap had fallen from her bare shoulders, and their whiteness gleamed the whiter against the blue velvet of ter gown. For a few moments no sound broke the stillness, save that he fancied that he heard the beating of her heart and is own. It was but a whisper, but she turned as If a thunderbolt had fallen to rouse her front her calm—turned and saw him standing with the lovellgbt on his eyes and In his face.
One little, glad cry escaped her, al though she grew very pale.
How did you And me out? Must I tell you how glad In spoken words?
Aye, glad, even though he comes to me out of the shadow of a past whose grave 1 have left unmarked by any stone. Do not attempt to resurrect either.
Here In Bt. Peters burg I am Madame Florence. I forgot that necessarily you must have been forced Into the role of eavesdropper. His dream was vain; but I let him dream on. For me la neither love or mar riage. I owe the world a debt and I must pay it. But to-morrow I may come, Florence?
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The other represented him as he wao— as he had been—a man whose beauty had been his bane. Quickly taking from the table a black bandage, he adjusted It so that the dis figurement was wholly hid, and thus he still might whisper his sweet noth ings In a woman's ear; and she, not knowing what was concealed beneath tbat pitying mask, might have yielded to the old.
But for one long year this man hod seen no woman. Since the countess had penned him her farewell, he had made no effort to woo or win. He had lived on his past and brooded over his future. Kudoiph is below, sir, and would like to see you. His waiting was not long; but the man who opened the door at last, with an almost stealthy movement, resem bled far more a brother-cat than the poor victim. Small mercy might the mouse look for with two such wary watchers, whose patience would be as untiring as their vengeance would be merciless.
For answer, he laid a warning flncet on hi lips, and deliberately turned the key in the lock, then drew a ohalr elo e beside his questioner, and seated him self with easy familiarity, before he broke the silence.
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