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- dith; if you took a mouthful of fresh Ree dle guttered and died out ; and then she went to bed to ream ren cline Grumpy, ‘ae you tes ‘tell Hina Ge 40 od-nig ing, you would be none the worse: for | it. FT ea She ran off to her room, singing a ‘snatek h of -.pooks hidden beneath her shawl. Like all the r¢ house, Estella’s chamber was long and low, : anc moldering ; but the girl had brightened it a Witle ith muslin curtains, and a gay patchwork quilt to her be 1, and flimsy ia little fixings of crochet-work, and books and cheap pl ‘ints, mostly gifts from Dick. She sat up reading until ‘her’ oan oe, how cleverly she was going to outplot the plotters. — one Darrell came next om and wale. ees df or beet fo tye 0 ee eit Raaek: fea brilliant: bhie eyes. pee par ger ror us light. “Grown out of all knowledge, and prettier ‘than a EBs ‘picture. Come here, my dear, and give me a kiss.” — ee se But Miss Mallory drew herself ‘up, her great dar K eye Ss nA flashing, and turned her back upon him in haughty adam. ore “You sent for me, Mr. Fisher,” she said, coldly. | ees ae “Yes, my dear—for your answer, you know,” Ya mi i Peter Fisher, his wicked old face distorted into an evil s “Captain Darrell wishes to be married next T hursday night —the Raven sails.on Saturday. What do. you say? Shas “No!” said Estella, promptly. = — oe a. ce ey “All right!” exclaimed Roysten Darrell.” “Then we shall _ be obliged to use a little gentle force. You'll see that a all : ne wedding-cear is prepared, Mr. Fisher, and when — qt ga BY, ces night comes, I daresay Miss Mallory will change her m Until then it 1s useless to trouble her; but. b think sche | ‘ ie * po et ; Rj Tie, ats = . a‘ “ty Ba elect never show, I believe, for a week béforohamec ei twill do, my dear. If you won’t consent, and if you won't, seme that kiss, perhaps you will go back to yourroom.” | “Not at your bidding,” flashed Estella, defiantly. “Way re He you. anything more to say to me, uncle?” = = — SbR “No! Be off; and be bhanienw) I don’t rope's-end you. for % your impertinence, miss!” oH oie acs ae Kstella sooindres flushed and angry, and. from. her | wil ndow, he came no more. oe bs ioe 7% Saturday and Sunday passed, ond aa was 13 lef t in_peace, — but, to her dismay, a prisoner, Old J bsg \citlich, not t i ; ‘1 op. oe ona vi a :