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; se 102 A HEART’S BITTERNESS. butit isnot Grace Fanshaw. There, aunt, never speak of this again. I can bear my own burden till it kills me.” - Poor Mrs. Ainslie cried heartily most of the night, and -_ Jeft her room late next day.. Instead of finding Violet and her household shrouded in gloom, the good woman in the corridor met a ‘‘rabble rout” nearly as motley as that in - Comus. The entire party were dressed in the ancient treas- ures of the Towers—court and wedding-suits of Lords and Dames of Leigh. Violet’s hair was done ala Pompadour, and she wore a _ short-waisted, pillow-sleeved, long-trained robe of purple velvet, trimmed in gold lace. Grace Fanshaw was in the - dimmed glories of a maid of honor of Elizabeth. Lord Leigh wore the black velvet suit in which one of his line went to welcome William of Orange. And Tom Churchill strutted about in the guise of a Leigh who went to France _to convey over the luckless Henrietta. Others had come out in garments of different ages, and a troop of butterflies could not be brighter than they, as the sunshine poured _ over them when they rushed out on the terraces. A week of this masquerading and other entertainments, and one day Violet chanced to wander off alone toward the grand entrance gates. Along that very walk came swinging, with great, eager strides, Kenneth Keith. Violet’s eyes were downcast, her heart absorbed in mus- ing. Kenneth saw her from afar in the flecking sunshine. This slender shape, silken and slippered, the trailing iris robe held up in one delicate hand, the head drooping a little on one side as a flower on its stem, soft perfumes stealing about her as she came—this was she, his Violet; but no, not his; gone into otherand such unworthy keeping. Lost to him forevermore. CHAPTER XXVII. “‘THESE WORDS ARE AN INSULT TO MR.” _ An open landau whirled past Lord Keith, and at the — noise of wheels Violet looked up and met the loving smile _ of her friend Lady Burton. All her terror at seeing mother or son yanished at the sight of one who loved her go ten- (G(0) ie a cComicbooks ~ ; j =. m