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174 A SERVANT OF SATAN. constancy of the two young people. I don’t know what is to become of Alice now. It breaks my very heart to see her silent despair!” “‘T will not keep you away from her any longer. She needs your loving care and sympathy,” said Frederick, ris- ing. ‘I trust that you will forgive my intrusion on your sorrow, and that you_will tell me frankly if I can be of any use to you. Dispose of meentirely. You have been so kind to me that I ~yeapee deem ita great favor to be able to be of . Service to you.” “Thank youso much, my dear M. de Vaieeiats It is very kind of you to sayso. Don’t think that I am sending you away. I hope you will come soon again, but I really am afraid that I cannot bear much more this morning.” Kissing her hand, Frederick bowed himself out and was .7 ve - he » ee Fa - ' +> : f 6 <-> » 3 pas, > - ai if ¥ t an 4 et, a ® et, 7 : ® v ~ — % zs slowly descending the wide staircase when he heard himself _ called by name. Turning himself quickly round he saw Lady Alice stand- ing at the head of the stairs and beckoning to him. Was this the bright and happy girl whom he had left but a few hours ago? Her head leaned backward against the high, carved panel of the wall, her face was deadly pale and cold, and had the immutability of a mask of stone. Other women might moan aloud in their misery and curse their fate, but she was one of those who choke down their hearts in silence and conceal their death-wounds. A few steps brought Frederick to her side. He did not dare to salute her, for it seemed to him as if her whole being shrank within her as she saw him there. Without looking at him, she spoke in a voice quite firm though it was faint from feebleness. ‘‘T have but little to say to you.’ I want only to ask you, how and where you parted last night with—with—him?” She almost lost her self-control. Her lips trembled and she pressed her hand on her breast. comicbooks.com