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BEAUTIFUL RIENZIL 91 you hidden from strangers, and these doors locked ever since you came home?” ‘< Yes,” she answered, in a rapid whisper, “‘ but bolts and bars are nothing to her when she chooses to come.” ‘¢ Who, sister, who?” She pulled her hands from me, and covered her face. ‘‘ Never mind my ravings,” she said, in a low voice; “ I am insane, you know—a monomaniac.” . ‘* Nonsense! You are not to think so, Isolina; it is not true.” ‘Dr. Oaks and Mr. Warrick pronounced me so before they admitted me into their asylum.” ‘«“Two rogues. ‘They were paid to conceal you from your family, Isolina, and I have no doubt they were paid by some wretch to pronounce you insane. Ah, I wish you could tell me who sent you there.” I allowed my excitement to carry me too far, and regretted the words as soon as they were said. She recoiled from me, and fell to trembling. © Have I said anything?” she whispered, brokenly. “Qh, darling Isolina,” I exclaimed, bursting into tears of distress, as I felt that her confidence was beyond my skill to win, *‘ why do vou hold aloof from us thus? You know that we would sacrifice anything to give you happiness or save you from danger. Oh, why will you not let us help ou?” , She wrung her hands, and with large tears flowing down her pale cheeks, eyed me sorrowfully.” ‘‘T am breaking your heart, dearest,” she said, bending toward me; ‘“‘ Let me go away, and forget me.” ‘*No,” I ejaculated, alarmed beyond measure to find that this insane fancy still clung to her. ‘‘If you go away from this house they will arrest you, and put you im prison. “Why?” Had f done wrong? I trembled at my own imprudence, but went on. ‘<No one can find out the cause of—of Mr. Beaumont’s death, and they suspect—they have dared to suspect——” It seemed to strike her in a flash. ‘‘That J murdered him—me?”’ she cried. ‘‘Oh, poor Cecil; and I would have gladly died to save him.” I gazed at her vehemently. In my unskillful hands the secret indeed shad slipped from my reach, but this I had CORNUCG OOO S (©)