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180 A HEART’S BITTERNESS. looked him earnestly in the face, and took his hand. ‘‘ Say you will go there and bring her home; say you will be kind, and utter no reproaches, for her sake, for my sake, for your child’s sake; hear my prayer, Norman.”’- Lord Leigh, in his stubbornness, hesitated for a mo- ment. ut the lovely eyes, the illumined face, the ardent words of this charming girl, were wont to raise those who saw her to their best possibilities, and so it was with Norman Leigh. He felt a new manhood rise within him. Charity, grace, nearly a stranger to his soul, entered into his selfish heart; an interest in Violet, such as he had never before felt, took possession of him; and his pride and some moy- ings of parental feeling stirred toward his future heir. “Tt is enough, Edna,” he said. ‘‘I will go. You have conquered. I promise you to be all that youdemand. You shall be satisfied with me.” “Oh, Norman!” cried Edna, happy tears rising to her matchless blue eyes. ‘‘I knew you would be a good man.” ‘‘It is you, angel of my life, who mold me into goodness,” he said, looking at her intently. And then a black and terrible thought rose in his soul, that he might win Edna by kindness to Violet; that he might obliterate the past, secure her esteem and regard, and—Violet was but a frail young creature, after all—if it should be that a life was paid for a life; and that when an heir of Leigh came to the home of his father’s, Violet should fade from her sad honors as countess, he might be free to win Edna. Perhaps fate was making a way for him to achieve his great desire. ? Wer or ee CHAPTER XLII. DAME MAGERY’S LODGER. Monday morning, and Dame Magery was in her garden gathering a bouquet of golden and maroon nasturtiums, and blue larkspur, for Lady Leigh’s breakfast-table, when the latch of her little gate clicked, and turning she saw the Lord of Leigh. ‘The old woman turned to him, and in her warm fealty to his race, seized and kissed his hand, saying: ‘“ My lord, my dear lord, welcome!” | ‘‘] think you have a little astray countess here, Magery?” comicbooks (G(0)