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96 THE ILLEGAL MARRIAGE. “It is his love,” she said to herself—“his great love for me that brings him here; but he must not come again. I know that he will listen to reason.” Time wore on, and at length the little Parisian clock on the mantel began to strike the hour. She crept out into the hall softly and listened at her father’s door, hearing no sound. She had taken the precaution to tie the dogs in their houses, and now stepped noiselessly out. The air was damp, and even with a thick shaw! about her shoulders, Cecy saw that she was shaking dreadfully with cold and excitement. <A chilly wind was rising, and blowing gusts, added to her discomfort; but she thought of her lover solely, and was conscious of nothing but the desire to get him out of the danger which she believed was menacing him. A low whistle guided her to the althea bush, and in a moment Guerry had seized her hands across the garden fence. Alfred,” she said, in much excitement, “it is wrong for me to be here—indeed, I think itis. Do go—for my sake—go at once. Won’t you, dear?” “Cecy, whv are you so cold to me. My heart is just aching for you, and vou do not want to spend a minute with me.” “T do not—I mean Iam not cold to you; but Ido so fear for you. You are not safe here.” “What can harm me here? Who could find me in the dark if we were seen even?” “Do you not think of me, Alfred? Have you not thought what it would be to me if my father saw you here? Oh, Alfred, my life is hard to bear now; do not you make it harder.” For a moment he was abashed, and grew alarmed himself as he listened to her earnest words. He comicbooks.¢co