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130 Lhe Opposite House. voices. A yoting officer offered Verja his arm and moved toward the gaming-halls. “T shall not join the party,” said Gerrald, with a clouded brow. ‘Go with Fridulein von Rotterswyl, Brand !’ “Don’t make yourself ridiculous,” the latter hissed into his ear. ‘Do you want to waken old memories and gossip by such extraordinary con- duct? People will ask, ‘Why doesn’t he come?’ and receive the answer: ‘ Hedistrusts himself! ” This had its effect. Gerrald bit his lips and offered Marie his arm. A tempest was raging in his soul, and the young girl noticed his agitation. “Shall we stay behind ?” she asked softly. A deep flush crimsoned his face, and he raised his fair head proudly. “Certainly not; why should we?’ he answered almost roughly, and passed through the open door. “T hate gambling and its devotees!” said Marie, with an anxious glance at his pale face. A strange feeling stole over her, a dread which fairly stopped | her breath. Gerrald smiled faintly, as he replied: “So do I.” A foreboding haunted the young girl. She wanted to ask him to turn back, and began to ad- dress him in a grave, earnest tone; but ere she could finish her sentence Brand turned and put his Comiclboook<s