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62 Toia ‘2 the Twilight. “Pt! feteh Polly in, it you like—she ont herself Polly-- «| that is, if she’s not asleep.” 4 But Polly was asleep; and not for a vestment of fathers would Rosanna have her disturbed. She was reading “Blair's — Sermons” by a solitary dip in the kitchen, and looked about 7 as placable and yielding as a granite Medusa. 5 “As Mr. Ilawksley has waited so long, I dare say he ear wait until morning,” was her grim reply, as she went back to “Blair’s Sermons.” “Your sister is right,” Mr. Hawksley said. He was white as marble, and looked almost as cold. “I will see the chil: to-morrow to say good-by.” “Cood-by! Then you mean to leave England—to give up all elaim to ” “Lady Charteris,” he spoke the name quite calmly, quite coldly, “is out of England by this time, on the first stage of her bridal tour to Italy. For her sake I once gave up nani. character and my native land; for her sake I make a renter 7 sacrifice now. I give up herself, Think, for a moment, all that is involved in my coming forward and claiming ber r I break her heart, I blight her life, and in the moment we meet, we are torn apart. I to stand my trial as a thief. | ai innocent; but I cannot prove it. It is the old struggle of might against right. As it is, she may !earm to forget; lip- piness and peace may come to her. I cannot make her thi talk of England. I can’t drag the story of her girlish indis: cretion before the world. She will cease to think of me 7 and I ” He clenched his hands, and great drops stood ~@ on his pallid face. “May God keep me from a suicides @ cowardly end!” His folded arms lay on the table, his head fell forwar upon them. So Duke Mason, with bated breath, and a greai compassion in his heart, left him. % % % % % % % The morning came, gray and overcast. A London fog had set in, and a sky like brown paper frowned down on thi smuky city. But littie Polly, in her blue silk dress, bronze ~) boots and her golden locket and flaxen ringlets, looked sun shiny enough to light up the whole parish of Bloomsbury + ‘herself, The strange gentleman with the blue eyes so like her own, © and tawny beard, took her in his arms, and looked into her | small face; and Polly, who flouted Duke and Rosanna 2: 3 haughtily as though she had been Czarina of all the Rus 3 . sias, “took to him” im a way that was quite musing. Sig Fr Oy — | comicbooks.com